A free Palestine, and Kashmir. Freed women in Afghanistan.
To refine my rudeness and cultivate a tongue that is sharp, swift, unapologetic, and precise. I want my anger to strike with purpose, my responses to flow without hesitation; to always think on my feet.
To reclaim the intellectual spark I feel slipping away. I want to devour knowledge with more hunger, absorbing it in like a sponge, and express it with clarity and conviction. The past two years have dulled my mind, weighed down by exhaustion and stagnation (personally, politically, intellectually). I am determined to reignite my ambition and let it burn brightly once more.
To read and write with relentless consistency, as steady as the ticking of a clock.
To prioritise my health with real commitment, and to stop getting sick. To find an exercise routine that is sustainable and cathartic.
To dance more, everyday.
To cook even more, if only to silence pathetic gossip about my partner making me food when I am unwell (among other untruths). Some grasp at straws, pretending they’re daggers; no worries, stay vicious.
To deepen my relationship with meditation, so it feels natural and nourishing, not a chore.
To rediscover joy and purpose in political work. To always be generative rather than being destructive. To dismiss “criticism” that ignores praxis in favour of empty, self-serving reflection. To feel energised alongside comrades, free of unproductive guilt and unnecessary drama.
Relationships with boundaries so strong they feel sacred, where honesty and accountability are non-negotiable. I want to leave conversations with those I love feeling revitalised, not drained. I refuse to be an enabler.
To embody and seek out bold thought leadership: visionary, audacious, unapologetic, pro-people.
To create art, and delve more into embroidery, crafts, something tactile, for the physical release it offers, more than anything.
To wear more handmade creations and invest in fewer, but higher-quality pieces.
To design my own clothes as well.
To master my finances and see returns.
To publish my unfinished work, some of it anyway….no matter how messy or unrefined. This year, we will write badly, and we’ll make sure people know it’s on purpose.
And for the love of everything holy, less of the shoddy, manipulative identity politics that we keep seeing everywhere. We are well past 2016; grow up, folks.
"To reclaim the intellectual spark I feel slipping away. I want to devour knowledge with more hunger, absorbing it in like a sponge, and express it with clarity and conviction. The past two years have dulled my mind, weighed down by exhaustion and stagnation (personally, politically, intellectually). I am determined to reignite my ambition and let it burn brightly once more."
Very relatable + including creative spark. Seems to be especially strong when one is past studies and an "adult" with a "job" now : /
I love this, and look forward to purposeful, messy writing in 2025!