As we bid adieu to another trip around the sun, let me take a moment to reflect on the chaos, the laughter, and the moments that had me Googling, “How do I get rid of this?“. Amidst heartfelt memories and conquering arm balances, there were some struggles and fumbles that generously gifted me more grey hair than a stressed-out wizard. Is that the curious price of a well-rounded year?
Brush Strokes and Bloopers
In my final attempt to escape the Instagram algorithm maze, I ventured into the world of Shorts and launched my YouTube Art channel in 2023. But pretty soon I realized that uploading full-length video on YouTube is no better than trying to unravel the algorithms. Editing my first video? Let’s just say my artistic process turned into an avant-garde masterpiece— accidental paint strokes, editing mishaps, and a soundtrack that sounded more like a confused orchestra tuning up. I frankly spent more time picking popular background scores than actually drawing.
Taking videos became an art form in itself. Ever tried to draw while holding a camera? Or find an angle that wouldn’t capture the mess on the table? This wannabe YouTuber is more lost than ever.
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Deck the Halls with… Clutter? Christmas Decluttering Mayhem
Picture this: tinsel, lights, and a Christmas tree – amidst the holiday cheer, I took on the wild mission of decluttering. As I wrangled with ornaments and tried to Marie Kondo my way through the chaos, I realized that Clutter was the persistent guest who just couldn’t take the hint to leave the party.
Sorting kid’s clothes and toys? Cue the sentimental attachment tug-of-war! Rearranging furniture because of dust allergies? More like a chaotic game of musical chairs where I ended up wearing a crown of cobwebs.
Prepping the kid’s room became an epic quest for hidden treasures. And the pièce de résistance? Figuring out what to do with extra furniture—suddenly, my house played Tetris in real life. Sentimentalism danced with minimalism, the extra recliners found themselves eyeing a new career as sunroom chairs!
Reading Goals, Late Nights, and Kindle Unlimited
I made a triumphant return to my bookish ways, courtesy of late-night rendezvous with my Kindle Unlimited. This year I vowed to conquer my reading goals. I kept an easy target of 24 books, hoping to read 2 books a month – which I assumed was a safe number that wouldn’t pronounce my dark circles. But I often underestimate my madness. I completed 38 books.
Had to give my eyes rest for a couple of weeks as the screen time was making them dry and itchy. I long for the sharp-eyed days of my twenties, battle-tested through late-night blogging in the dim halls of my PG. Those eyes knew some serious grind!
Tales of Tan Hua, Succulents, and Weeding Woes
The quirky universe of my garden is sometimes quiet, often chaotic. Tan Hua, my diva of a flower, demanded attention like a high-maintenance celebrity. The blooms were moody and didn’t make an appearance until the rain gods of Sydney blessed them. Meanwhile, my succulents, the pesky drama queens, kept me on my toes with their unpredictable growth and water needs. However, I did manage to increase their population through rigorous propagation.
Weeding felt like a battle against dandelions – the undisputed champions of survival. Hours later I would find mysterious scratches on my arms – battle scars from pulling out unknown wild growth under the shrubs. Ever cleaned bugs from lemon trees? It is not for the faint-hearted, but my cute little knight D helped me to save our Mandarin and Lemon trees this season.
Surgery Stitches & Yoga Glitches
2023 would be the year when I finally nailed Bakasana. Although quite an unglamorous Bakasana, with my hi-tech face-protecting gear aka cushions.
Amidst attempting pretzel’ly poses and learning to fly, I had a tiny setback when I went through a minor surgery that left me with 9 stitches on my back. The downward dog looked more like a clumsy puppy when I tried to go back to my practice. But the hilarity of all was my husband’s “oh my god“, “nooo why did I look… I did not sign up for this” faces whenever I asked him to dress the wound.
Plot twist: the surgery wasn’t on the calendar, so my husband had no clue about it. Post-op, I turned into a fearless driver and drove back home – thanks to local anesthesia that kept the pain at bay! Is there an “abandon adulting” button though? Asking for, well, everyone!
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Monkey Standoffs and Sulfur Sagas: From Bali to New Zealand
I spent 8 nights in Bali last September. It was a medley of escaping monkeys, beautiful countryside, humidity, relaxing in spas, and enjoying massages. And lip-smacking food. I ate a disconcertingly large amount of Nasi Goreng and watermelons. Also, my hair had an annoying affair with frizz. I gave up taming them on the second night itself.
November’s last hurrah took me on an 8-night adventure to New Zealand’s North Island. Think stunning landscapes, rolling hills with hoards of sheep peacefully grazing under a cerulean sky, geothermal spots, and bubbling wonderlands making me feel like an accidental space explorer. Learning while tripping!
However, Rotorua’s sulfur smell followed us to Sydney – clothes that smelled like rotten eggs and chemistry labs. Desperate attempts with vinegar and bleach only made me smell like a walking salad that had gone bad.
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Well, friends, that’s a wrap. Here’s to surviving, and collecting enough anecdotes to entertain at least a few dinner parties. I wish you all a very Happy New Year 2024.
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