Towards the end of a year, I always set aside time to think of my mantra for the upcoming one. Well, it could be a “battle cry”, or a manifesto, or literally anything in prose or poem that would motivate me for the coming year. The previous years the themes were about filling myself with immense fire to be driven to reach my goals. Or to never allow the fear of walking alone stop me from pursuing my dreams. And while those got the job done, and allow me to march forward in my life, something didn’t feel just quite right.
This year, I did it differently in many ways. First, I didn’t just write it on the first page of my Moleskine, or on the January 1 entry of my journal. I knew I wanted to engrave it on the cover of my diary, and fortunately, National Bookstore offered that service this year (and to be honest, I wish they do it every year. I would hoard like crazy).