4 minutes till the new year...

 4 minutes till the new year, so I thought I'd write four things I'm going to achieve in twenty Taylor-two.

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I went to the bathroom. Those are four minutes I'm never gonna get back,  LMAO. 

So, there I was, sat on my stone-cold toilet, listening to the fireworks pop off, and it reminded me of how wonderful it was that there was, even amidst the shitstorm we live in right now, a ray of hope bright enough that coaxed people to go out and ring in the new year. It was kinda beautiful. 

And then I realised that this is the year I will turn 25. 

The fireworks have stopped now. 

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It has been decided, that this year, I will do every fucking thing my 16 year old self has ever dreamt of doing. This year, my inner child is taking over. Shit's about to get real. I'm entering my mid-twenties. I will honour every part of my kid self in the shedding of my old skin. Dramatic, but let's be real. My life will never be the same again. My mind and body, nope. Everything is about to change and I'm gonna embrace the shit out of it. 

So here's a list of things I will do this year, in no particular order :

1. Start a Youtube channel and DOCUMENT. EVERYTHING.

Fashion, politics, commentary, culture, lifestyle. The whole shebang. It will be my personal scrapbook. It will be amazing.

2. Start rock-climbing. And other grisly activities like yoga and I dunno, calisthenics. 

I'm gonna join the gym. Maybe start putting that 90-dollar vegan protein powder I got a few months ago to good use.

3. Write a screenplay. Or a novel. Or just a storyboard, or even a sonnet. Whichever comes naturally. Lmao. 

4. Do I wanna draw? I dunno, but I'll do it if I feel like it.

5. Validate myself, speak up, gain confidence. I'm THAT bitch. Like, be my own brand. 

6. Meet more new people. Try new things. Maybe get a few gigs. Behind or in front of the camera. I don't mind. I wanna work with brands, and friends. Like create stories for them. That'd be nice.

7. I just wanna make stuff. Videos, blogposts, pictures, stories, whatever. Just let me do it all. I'm gonna create an entire catalogue dude. Holy shit I'm excited.

8. Sign up for things I normally wouldn't try to sign up for. Impostor syndrome is a bitch. And she's going DOWN. Gigs, jobs, scholarships, whatever. I'm worthy. REPEAT THAT WITH ME. I AM WORTHY!

9. Oh my god maybe I'd get the chance to travel?????? World's ending and I haven't even got to see Paris? Or get high in Berlin???? GOD. 

10. Save up enough to rent a place. Or to start a business. Again, whichever comes more naturally. 

11.  Do me.

Hello, 2022.