New Year, Same Sh*t

As the calendar flipped and optimism briefly peaked, the team gathered to declare bold intentions for the year ahead. Or at least declare something. What followed was a beautifully chaotic mix of self-improvement, wildly ambitious life plans, and a few goals that probably shouldn’t be written down in pen.

Rumour has it someone is finally putting their phone down (we’ll believe it when we see it), while another is aiming for peak physical glory via exactly 15 good-form push-ups — no more, no less. Health is apparently on the agenda for a few, though details remain suspiciously vague.

Travel is a recurring theme. Spain. Europe. Everywhere. Someone is determined to travel more, take more leave, come into work later, and generally live their best life, honestly, respect. Another is manifesting an apartment purchase in Hong Kong, while someone else is fast-tracking life with plans to produce an actual human.

Financial freedom is also in the air, with whispers of winning big on Powerball or Mark 6 so employment becomes optional (manifesting hard). Weight loss, healthier living, and “more activities in life” round out the list of noble intentions.

And then… there’s that resolution. Let’s just say one person’s 2024 goal may require secrecy, discretion, and possibly a lawyer.

All in all, the resolutions prove one thing: ambition is high, realism is optional, and accountability will be conveniently forgotten by February.

Here’s to another year of growth, travel, questionable decisions, and most importantly, same sh*t.