I’m not going to mince my words. I don’t know what went on in your life this past year. I don’t know what you achieved or what you failed, what you gained or what you lost – I just know one thing.
My personal goals were all fucked. It was like a conspiracy. My travel plans never materialised, my relationship plans went to shit, personal development went down the toilet.
Professional goals? Forget about it. Circumstances conspired to severely curtail the expansion of my personal business. I did manage to initiate and complete a major project at work, but … I did my fucking job. That’s it.
I mean seriously, to miss a Football World Cup on my goddamn doorstep? Unforgivable.
Yeah, there’s nobody to blame but myself, so for 2011, it’s all about me. I’m looking out for number one, cos I’m tired of this shit.