We’re celebrating a new year (part deux) in Hong Kong. The Year of the Horse that I hope brings new milestones and nomadic freedom. Looking back makes most of us reflective at first and then resolute. Revisiting the past and reviewing the experiences enriches us with a special wisdom. Sharing some of my key insights and lessons here:
I’ve often questioned the wisdom of eating Wasabi.
Business class upgrades restores my faith in luck and loyalty programs.
I’m incurable when I suffer from queue envy.
We have to accept that sometimes life takes more than it gives. Forge new friendships and learn to forget.
Hankering for holidays gives me the will to work.
Hair has a long -term enemy called humidity.
Take photos but also take the time to see them. What’s the point of record-keeping if they’re forgotten once shared on social media?
Take risks…calculated or not. A bad decision is a good lesson.
The best sleep is the one that follows after you hit the snooze button.
I prefer people befriending me than following me. Facebook vs. Twitter.
Weekends are about the joy of waking up without the shrill of an alarm.
There are people who have emails and there are people who have email folders.
Generosity and giving has a special joy. However, gifts cannot be compensatory.
Conferences are very conducive to sleep.
I can’t imagine giving up carbs but always envision myself being magically cellulite-free.
Bath tubs are dangerous for accident prone people like me and should come with an emergency button.
We’re allowed one mega mistake a year. A titanic of all screw-ups. That’s how I justify it to myself.
All good stories start with “One day we had too much to drink…”. Nothing exciting ever happens over salads.
The fancier the hotel/club/restaurant the more ambiguous the signs outside the ladies and gents bathrooms. Why sacrifice simplicity for style?
You fully understand yourself when you’re living alone. Until then you’re mostly living up to expectations.
You get to know yourself, not a version of you through the proud eyes of your parents, the love of siblings, the romanticised idea of you held by a partner or the camaraderie of friends and colleagues. But the real you, the one that talks to you when you’re fixing a meal for yourself in the kitchen and the one that gives you company at 3am when sleep evades you.
Comfortable high heels is an oxymoron.
Vanity and my winter wardrobe don’t get along. Puffer jackets..UGG!
Hangovers are the price you pay for a good time.
You’ve invested in past relationships and people casually refer to it as baggage. Some have carry-on, some have it checked in and some have excess baggage. I don’t want to let go of this baggage. It’s brought me here and will travel with me like a silent companion requiring no retribution.
Recycle bins and Trash folders are a treasure trove of memories.
Sometimes I don’t know if I’m dreaming or thinking in my sleep.
Long after the people have left, if you still think of them and smile then I guess it’s a nice way to be remembered.
Baz Luhrmann suggests remembering the compliments you receive. The best compliment of 2013- A friend told me that each time she sees me and returns home, she feels like she’s been on a holiday.
Be honest, without fear of judgment or losing someone.
Routine ruins me.
There is a parallel universe with forgotten passwords and PIN numbers.
One can never keep up with the Kardashians.
It’s never too late to start a hobby. Much like this blog.