Reflecting on the year

One for the road to 2024.Fall in 2025

I have the New Year’s Scaries. Instead of worrying about going into Monday morning after a nice weekend off, I’m worried about going into 2025. I spent so long this year working toward life goals and the goal of finishing this and that. Now it’s filling me with more than a little bit of terror thinking about having to do it all over again.

This is the problem with accomplishing what you wanted to in a year. There’s always another one.

As for New Year’s Resolutions? I’d like to start a podcast in 2025. I’d also like to travel more with friends. I’m making steps toward getting a grip of the golf club and make the greens my other life. A friend shall be trekking to Fort portal early on in the year to get a Mutoro bride, and I’m certainly looking forward. The Uganda Cranes play at the African Nations Cup in Morocco come December 2025.Something to ponder and the biggest news for me shall be my grandfather, turning 100years come December. We just can’t wait. God bless him. The thing is, I want to continue living the life, as other plans fall in the way.

I would commit to reading all of the books I already own but I know from decades of past experience that it’s not going to happen. The best I can do is chip away at them one at a time.Martin Aliker’s The Bell is Ringing, Aga Sekalala’s Double your money, Joan Mugenzi’s Corporates at a Crossroads, are a must re-do surely. For they are living documents to pick one leaf or two and get challenged to be better.

I’d like to find ways to move my body more because it feels good, keeps me from being achy, and also reminds me that I have a body and don’t just live in my head all the time. The football shall continue, the running shall not stop. Or maybe to the resolution list, I should add, finding movement that inspires.

It’s heart-warming every time I hear from friends, family, or strangers that they’re enjoying my social media posts and status updates that mainly tilt to what I love in life.Family,football,Rotary,Afrigo Band, Catholic church, my alma mater,Namilyango College and St. Henry’s College Kitovu.

I now want to rediscover my writing again, by opening a Sub-stack account, where I envisage connecting with audiences that may love to read about what I love too.

There have been plenty of weeks when I was positive, I had nothing to say. If I’ve learned one thing from this experience, it’s that I have a lot of thoughts and opinions!

Thank you for taking time out of your days to sit with me, laugh, share experiences and all. I don’t have access to a room big enough to hold all of you (a concert hall? a museum lobby?) but it’s fun to imagine anyway.

Never give up doesn’t mean keep doing the thing that’s failing. It means don’t get locked into one narrow path and stay open to broadening your goals.

Happy New Year 2025.