For 2025, the same as for 2024: Having this book written.

Because this is more than a book, this is a plan, a dream, a goal.

Since 1995 when I got my first diary (a small, green book from Naf Naf with a locker), writing and reading have been my escape from life, a way to take the pain away and put it somewhere else. All my teenage years are pilled on in notebooks at my mother’s attic – words and words of feelings I could not keep inside.

Somewhere in a hard drive is my real first book, or the 85 pages of something I wrote the first time I fell in love at the age of 18. A different path to a story that turned the wrong direction, another dream.

But this book is different. It is more a promise of life, the world as I see it, the glimpses of pain that build character, me in words without being me. And I want to see it through, no matter how difficult or how long it will take.

And, as per usual, my biggest challenge is time. Time to create. Create in the middle of a full-time corporate job, two young children, a big house, essential time for myself to relax, read and exercise.

Will need to be very rigorous with my time in 2025. Good thing that I have no other resolutions for 2025.