I always choose to use the full Christmas Holiday to do nothing. No tourism, no family visits where you need to see 5 uncles and 15 nephews, but rather a time for relaxation. I get the chance to contemplate what the last year has brought and re-evaluate my future plans.
Of course, with a rested mind and free time, I always finds new objectives for myself. I will get in the best shape of my life. We all know that one. I usually also focus on some smaller health issues that need to be solved, like that brown patch on your back that is definitely cancer, or those varicose veins in your left leg.
On top of that I find some intellectual activities to keep my upcoming year busy. Work is fine, money is ok, can't complain, but what is actually my dream? What makes me hope for my big break? Why am I actually not spending my free time passionately working towards achieving my life's goal? Is it a movie script that will be the next generations' cult classic? A book or a column that will make me the new voice of reason in European politics, or will my drawings live on for centuries and all will admire my talent?
My financial and business interests have dwindled through the decades, maybe out of need to protect my ego, as I realized becoming a billionaire is probably not in the books for myself, so the shift in focus went to more "refined" pursuits. Having a few hundred devoted readers for an obscure book seems a lot more doable. So what will it be this year?
Drawing boxes [1] seems to suck all the life of me already, so it probably won't be art.
Writing the next big screenplay is as boring as it sounds, even with the best idea ever.
I know: setting goals and dreams is probably the interesting part itself. Maybe that is what I should do in 2025, I should be a professional goal writer.