f2017 has been something of a revolution for me. They say there are some years that ask questions and some years that answer them. I feel like almost my whole life has consisted of years that ask questions, an endless whirlwind of who what why. 2017 felt very much like one in which I began to answer some of those questions, and to understand that actually part of the excitement in the journey is to figure out the rest along the way.
I'm a big believer in that the most important thing in life is growth and, as one of my best friends put it: I'm very much on this "self-improvement ting". On both a personal and a work front, I feel like I've increasingly begun living with what feels like far more purpose and confidence, and I feel like such a different person ending the year than I did entering it. But in a: "I never change, I simply become more myself" kind of way. I feel super grateful to be an adult and able to see where the lessons are instead of just thinking it's the end of the world each time when it invariably isn't.
Last month, the Do It For The Dick Challenge hashtag went viral on social media. In what was potentially the scariest piece I've written so far (which just goes to show the extent to which women police themselves let alone each other!), I penned my thoughts in my first piece for Grazia UK's print magazine. As an Egyptian woman in particular, but even as a woman in general, there are so many double standards when it comes to what we're allowed to want and our subsequent behaviour. It's kind of boring now, don't you think?
I was a writer long before I knew what it meant to be one. My earliest memories involve me sitting cross legged, avidly engrossed in any and all books I could get my hands on. I had notebooks on notebooks of musings, poetry, my inner most thoughts stencilled into pages in what later emerged as therapy sessions I held between me, myself and I.