I’ve been on a writing hiatus for a while, not because I ran out of things to write about, but because my mind hasn’t felt organised enough to get something proper down. Tonight feels a little different, though. Tonight, I feel inspired. A small spark has been ignited. It feels like a good night to write about what’s been on my mind.
I guess I want to start this post with a little reflection.
Every year, I like to begin with gratitude, no matter how the year has turned out. I don’t like admitting to myself that a year has been bad, even when it has been. I guess it’s the INFP in me, the one who sees life through rose-tinted glasses, the one who holds an idealistic view of the world. I don’t necessarily think that’s a bad thing.
Truthfully, life is about how you see it, isn’t it? When you focus on the bad, that’s all you see. But when you choose to focus on the good, you’re left with nothing but gratitude for how life has unfolded. I want to always choose the latter.
2025 wasn’t an easy year for me, but it was one that filled my heart with joy, humility, and contentment. I accomplished something my younger self would thank me for. I learned a new language. Not just any language, but one I’ve been romanticising my whole life. I finally learned how to speak a little French, and became a French-speaking crew. A brand new identity at work that reignited the love I once had for what I do.
I also had enough rezeki to gift my parents their second Umrah, all expenses paid, one of the greatest blessings life has given them through me. I’m deeply thankful for that. It was also the year I brought them to Switzerland, where they experienced snow for the first time in their lives. That same trip was also when both my partner’s parents and mine met, and it was lovely to watch them slowly grow comfortable and friendly with one another.
This was also the year I experienced one of the best trips of my life, a dream I’ve always held close. I finally lived my Italian summer, travelling through Milan, Lake Como, the Dolomites, and Rome over 12 days. The Dolomites, in particular, was a place I knew I needed to see before I died. That trip was a true escape from reality. I’ve never been happier.
2025 also marked my 10th year in the airline, and with it, my second gratuity. With that, I began learning more about investment plans and thinking more intentionally about my future. I may be a little late to the party, but I’m grateful I started. I’m especially thankful to have someone I trust to guide me through this new chapter of financial independence.
My relationship also grew in ways I’m deeply thankful for. For two very different individuals, we’ve found a rhythm that allows us to exist in harmony without losing ourselves. My partner has been my greatest support through every high and low. He is my number one fan, my biggest cheerleader, and the only person who truly knows the full extent of my struggles. I don’t share that side of me often, but with him, I feel safe enough to do so. To trust someone with that part of me is the greatest honour I can give, and I don’t take it lightly.
And that was my 2025. It wasn’t perfect, but it was filled with lessons and moments of gratitude. I don’t have a list of resolutions for 2026. All I hope for is to have more moments where I feel certain of the decisions I make. To trust myself more, and to believe I know what’s best for me. To become a version of myself that younger Ashhy would be proud of.
Love,
Ashhy
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