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monkey see, monkey do: HELLO, 2016!

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In 2016, I am trying to be less like Dickens, more like Hemingway. 
Let's see how long it lasts! 

2015 in 12 WORDS: 

JANUARY: encumbered 

FEBRUARY: unsteady

MARCH: CHOKEHOLD

APRIL: shufflin'

MAY: resolute

JUNE: reflectioneering

JULY: hope 

AUGUST: tenacity 

SEPTEMBER: LIT

OCTOBER: AMAT (she loves) 

NOVEMBER: B U R N E D. 

DECEMBER: figure-8

LAST YEAR , the theme of my resolutions was "dreams-into-plans" & I am happy to report that I lived up to them. This upcoming year, is all about EXECUTION because that is what separates the wheat from the chaff in entrepreneurship and in life. It's all well & good to say things, it's what you do that matters. Actions always speak louder. That's why it's taken me until the last week of January to write my resolutions out on this blog: I've been too busy LIVING! & I don't feel the need to apologize like I have in times passed. A lot went down in my life in November & December, and I grew more than I thought I was capable. Now I am truly on my own, and it is a happy thing but also very bittersweet in the realizations of all the quiet, calm, secure ways my family provided for me that I must now learn to do myself. It's exhilarating but absolutely exhausting. I am chronically fatigued, but also always excited for my next breath. To keep living. To have my heart keep on beating. It never ends.

To life, love, friendships, and growth. Make this moment count, and live a lifetime in a year. 

Auld Lang Syne x 

XOXO, 
Maithreyi 

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