I fall into a certain genre of human that gets a tattoo on Leap Day because you’re supposed to do something special.
I need no excuse to find magic in the mundane, or the celebration in an average day.
For instance, year 2025. To many a year that follows 2024 and will prepare us for 2026.
But to me, its half way to 2050. It’s a quarter of a century. It’s a multiplier of 5.
There’s a lot to dig your teeth in there.
So naturally, expectations are high and goals are lengthy for the incoming 365 days.
How can I squeeze the most life out of one year?
How will I successfully grow in my career while developing as a person in parallel?
Can I be a better friend and family member, while also diving deeper into the hobbies I’ve left abandoned?
2025 seems like the best occasion to try.