2016 was an exciting year for me. I lived in Byron Bay, travelled throughout Western Australia with my cousin, did my first solo backpacking trip through Indonesia (saw a komodo dragon up close!), got my first tattoo, had incredibly soul soothing month in India, watched my high school friend get married, moved back to Sydney, and travelled to Tasmania with my Dad. It’s been a lot of ups and downs, and just like everybody else, I’ve lived and learnt.
I spent New Year’s Eve with my Dad in a small beach town in the middle of Tasmania. I quietly slipped out for a walk while my Dad napped the couch. I wandered down to the beach, then walked along flat rocks to the blowhole, listening to the loud thumps of water push in between the rocks and explode above. I love watching waves, it soothes me. Maybe its their persistence, or their way of carrying on no matter what that shows me I can do the same. On the way back, I saw two little boys hunched beside a large rock, staring intently at the ground. Just before I passed them one of the boys turned and looked at me with a big grin, “penguins!” he said loudly. I looked down and sure enough – nestled in a hole under the rock were two fairy penguins.
I woke up the next morning to a new year. I spent the first morning of 2017 sitting in the sunshine eating eggs benedict with my amazing Dad.
I don’t have any ‘New Year resolutions’ to report, instead I have intentions. But these ‘intentions’ don’t necessarily need the marking of a new year to be implemented, they just need to be remembered, like a metaphorical post-it note in my mind. So whether it’s January 1st or July 1st, it makes no difference. But for the sake of this blog post, and the new year, here are my current ‘intentions’ for 2017 and all the other years that fall behind it.