last day of ramadhan

The last day of Ramadan... hmm… to be honest, I know I could’ve done better this year :(( It’s kinda tragic, actually. I didn’t go all out like I wanted to. At first, I blamed work—like, “Oh nooo, I’m so busy 😭”—but let’s be real, that’s just a fancy excuse. If I really wanted to, I could’ve made time. Ugh. I don’t hate myself for it, but I am disappointed.

Anyway, right now, we’re playing takbiran in the office, and THE VIBES??? IMMACULATE. I can already feel the hypeeee! Manifesting that tomorrow will be ✨joyful✨, ✨delightful✨, and ✨fun✨.

Next year, I HAVE to do better. It still stings that I missed i'tikaf on March 27 with my family. Like, dude, it was the first family i'tikaf ever, and I had to be on my frickin’ period??? Just my luck. 🙃

And don’t even get me started on tahajjud… I should’ve done more, but noooo, I didn’t even wake up for suhoor. What is this behavior??? Next year, we are locking in. No more excuses. NONE. I just realized my tahajjud this year was so tragic, I could probably count the times I did it on my fingers. And to think, there was a time when I used to do it every single day??? Yeah, no. Unacceptable.

But whatever, we move. 2025 is my redemption arc. More tahajjud, more sunnah prayers, and—INSHALLAH—a better job. And by better, I mean flexible hours and at least two days off a week because self-care. But before that happens, I just gotta grind. NO. MORE. EXCUSES.

Oh, and another wishlist for this year: I NEED to learn how to drive a motorcycle and a car. Also, guitar. Yeah, it’s happening. Ameen. Manifesting. LET’S GOOOOOO! 🚀✨