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Happy new everything!

Author CzarinaPosted on Leave a comment

What a year it has been! I look back at 2023 and I’m amazed by how much I’ve achieved in my own little way.

Happy new year to me! 🎉
Photo by Lui.

My work is my passion and I’m happy to see the positive difference I’ve contributed to my organisation and our program (and Cambodia!). But I also crave some new experiences and challenges. I’ve been in Cambodia for a while now – and I mean quite a while now – and I feel the urge to see other parts of the world. I have Luang Prabang in Laos in my mind as my next home base, or maybe somewhere else. I’m not sure yet, but I’m ready to embrace new opportunities.

As I welcome 2024, I’m filled with enthusiasm and optimism. I have no regrets or worries. I have no plans or expectations. I just want to continue pursuing what I love and what I’m curious about. I want to continue learning and growing. I want to continue travelling and discovering. I want to continue giving and receiving. I want to continue loving and being loved.

I’m so thankful for everything that 2023 has brought me, both professionally and personally, and I’m eager to see what 2024 has in store for me. I’m ready for a new year, a new decade, and a new chapter of my life.

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Dear self, what is wrong with you?

Author CzarinaPosted on Leave a comment

I have a talent for hurting myself. A knack for accidents. A flair for disasters. Every day, I discover new ways to harm myself, usually in the kitchen. I slice my fingers instead of the fruits, I dunk them in boiling liquids, I smash my knees on the furniture… I’m a klutz, and it’s not amusing.

I think this book is about me, hah. I want this for Christmas, Santa, pretty please? Note, I don’t generate income from this link.

Just yesterday, I scorched my hand on a straightening iron that I assumed was faulty. I touched it like an idiot, and it hissed like a snake. Ouch!

I’m also a champion of public embarrassment. I stumble, I fumble, I blurt out things that make no sense. I drop things, I shatter things, I spill things. I can’t catch a bouquet, or a ball, or a break. IS IT REALLY ME?

Sometimes, I wish I could vanish into a hole when these things happen. But my mum taught me to laugh at myself, and not take life too seriously. She said I’m impulsive, and that’s why I get into trouble. She said I should think before I act, or speak. Thanks, mom. You’re so wise.

Now, I look at my fingers, and they look back at me with blisters. A painful reminder of how clumsy I am.