What a flop

2024 was top of the flops. At times, I came dangerously close to identifying with SZA lyrics. I kept saying stupid phrases, like ‘Remember, two Ls make a W’. Things were extremely dicey.

Materially, individual conditions were favourable, even if the political backdrop was horrendous. Rent was paid, holidays were taken. But emotionally, this year has been extremely difficult, mostly because I couldn’t settle on a feeling for more than five minutes. Also because the Ariana Grande album was disappointing.

If you’re relating to SZA, it’s time to turn the car around.

As befits someone touching cloth on 30, 2024 has been 12 months of deep introspection and handwringing. What sort of person do I wish to be? What do I actually want my life to look like? For someone so anal, I think it comes as a surprise to friends that I have never possessed anything as concrete as a ‘five year plan’. Instead, I follow what feels good and right in my gut, a method that has worked out thus far.

This year however, I discovered my gut instinct is only as reliable as my sense of self is strong.