this is the traditional new years post.

in 019:
- I'll reach for the sky.
- I shan't touch a drop.

I'll start my PPL course and if all goes well I'll have my wings by the end of the year. There is still a lot of prep and logistics to put together and heaps to learn ahead of actual flying. I'm aiming to be ready to commit to a particular school by the end of April.
I won't drink. I won't have a sip or a taste of alcohol for the whole of the 2019. Weddings and a celebratory drink on account of a flying paper would be only exceptions. But not necessarily.

018 was a bit of fun.
It started with a heartache and some lengthy soul searching throughout the winter months. Spring was sweet and easy and summer was long and intense. Autumn was busy and messy and winter's been a hard work.
April, when I changed job, now seems so long ago. I did a pile of work since then and learned equally. And it seems that a good ratio of work and learning is to be maintained and remuneration is to remain on a good curve as well. (This is foreseeable for the first half of the year. For the later part I dear not to guess as a lot will depend on fickle hearts and politics I'm barely aware of or involved in.) And among only the most important things about it; It feeds me and my dreams which is why one has a job in the first place.
In the summer I went for a holiday with my parents. Devon and Cornwall road-trip. What a ludicrous idea one would think. But I so needed the break and familiar souls near that I just danced in, took and gave what was needed or due and didn't leave any time for the plot to wander off and it was a huge success. Weather helped a good deal as well, they say it seldom is this beautiful down there.
A love affair followed after then. Neither loved the other as much as the others company nor did we have else but loneliness in common and the summers chemistry was sobered out of promptly with the first discourse. It cost me a dear friend and a good deal of sleep and ruined a harmonious household. I'd like to write something nice about it too, but it might take a while to remember.
I'm a story teller and a good listener too, actor however, I'm peculiar; I can be a really great main character, yet I suck terribly in supporting roles. I suck so bad weird shit happens and tragedies of unforeseeable proportions ensue. Main star don't give a cue to and an extra and few will notice. However, giving a wrong line to the main character to climax the story upon or not turning up for the scene altogether is a shooting matter. They'll cut you up in the press to cover the losses too. As they say, the show must go on. And if you don't care to play Brutus after the killing's done, you need to play Mark Antony if not Caesar lest you end up being the Judas a harbinger of all ill.
This applies in all walks of life. And since i can't afford an agent, I should finally bloody learn not to take supporting roles or roles I can't leave for the horizon to swallow in case the script turns.
This should be much easier now that I have a purpose. Smallest decisions to the big ones. I finally have a script ahead of the show and all I got to do is to fill blanks.

I'm not expecting the 019 to be plain of surprises and twists in plots of all sorts. But I would hope 018 thought me not to give a fcuk enough.

This post was supposed to be about 018 but I can't seem to be able not to spill on with every other line. And the record of posts for the year seems humble as well. It might just have been the kind of a year when perhaps much happened but none as significant as what did the year before or is expected to come in the next.
From the 015s waiting for something, through the 016 stepping into the unknown and the 017 taking chances and learning to dream again, the 018 was self reinvention and hard work. Ahead of 019s; stuff's got to happen.

So! to work tomorrow. To quash or hush up fuck-ups to start with, following on with some more hard work onto getting shit done and sorted, being a bolly hero, wandering why did I ever stress so much.
Can't wait. What I can't wait for even more is my first solo flight. If I don't write anything else this year, I'll write about that.