2025 and Beyond

My intentions for myself for today, tomorrow, and eternity.

2024 was absolutely a dumpster fire of a year. It started terribly and ended leaving me exhausted and drained. That’s not to say that I didn’t have wonderful or beautiful moments, but I will say that I am glad it’s finally a closed chapter. I’m sure you all will be reading hundreds of posts like these, but going into this year I would like to move with the intent to write even if I think it’s the shittiest piece of writing to ever grace somebody’s phone screen. So here goes nothing…

In 2025 have a vision of what I’d like to see for myself. My expectations are not high, but hopeful.

This year I will continue my journey on becoming fluent in my mother tongue. I want to complete part of the puzzle that is my identity. It’s been a hard journey, but I don’t plan on giving up. I will not allow myself to be embarrassed for being excited that I am an Arab. I will also embrace the fact while yes, I am an anomaly in my community, I am allowed to take up space. In fact, I am going to try to be better at being proud of my mindset and the flexibility to exist in many spaces. I love that I am accepting of all walks of life, and in return I know I will attract people who do the same. I am going to be the Arab woman I imagined myself becoming and more.

I will work on allowing myself to let go and finally let people do the lifting for me. I have spent many years existing in this space where I have the weight of others on me. It’s not healthy and will ultimately lead me in the same cycles that the other women in my family have experienced. With this, I am setting boundaries for those who truly do not respect me. It is not my job to be the person who puts people back together when they have no respect for me and my existence. I do not deserve to be this person that is a fixer when I barely have had time to put myself together. It will hurt to say no, but quite frankly, it hurts me more to know that I have been an afterthought in so many peoples lives. I am going to put myself first for once in my short life. I cannot live for other people.

I want to continue in my creative journey, since I was little I was meant to be a writer. I would write poems, songs, stories, and I want to bring her back to life. It’s something that I always found home in. My words have power and I have the right to use them. I want to write short stories again, create think pieces on the things that matter to me.

I will come up with more things in time, but these are the pieces of myself that need me the most. I know that it will be a journey, and I will falter but until I hit my first speed bump, I feel confident in all I can do. I have made it this far, and I don’t plan on stopping.