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2020 in a Nutshell

It is the last fifteen days of the year.

A year which we thought would never come to an end but just like all the good things, even the bad things are temporary. Personally for me, i have nothing much to complain about. This year has been nothing but fruitful.I have grown so much as a person and on a different note, i don’t think i can ever resume to eating restaurant food mindlessly like how i used to before. Sketching, painting, writing and moreover creating has taken precedence too.

I have read anything and everything under the sun. I have lost a job, interviewed for many and ultimately joined the same company that backed out on me. I have evacuated my flat overnight and have also understood that many will not be there for you in your times of need. There are also some who will fiercely support you despite the turbulence and never let go. I also managed to revive some long lost friendships while doing away with the toxic ones both of which will always be cherished.

Fitness as a concept has become so pivotal in my life that i cannot imagine one without it anymore. I have taken it as a responsibility to work on myself, persevere & commit to the changes i want to see. 

Communication is an aspect i still continue to struggle with. So is being assertive. I will continue to work on this.

The time spent with my family & exploring the state will always be cherished. Brings back many fond memories and i have also got the opportunity to create some new ones for life.

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