2015 was a major trip, but that's not a very original thing to say because I'm sure it's been a trip for a lot of people.

It was the year of my first adult job, my first vacation, my first music festival and my first real break up.

The scary thing is, even in the midst of all things good and bad, I figured out so much about myself, and unfortunately that's something a lot of people do after an epiphany reveals itself.

What no one really tells you, or no one has really told me as of yet, is the emotional roller coaster adulthood brings. You're sort of just expected to know how to manage your bills, handle your responsibilities, and balance your work and personal life in a way that makes you a superhuman or something.

Something that did strike me for much of the year, and just in general, is the presence of my friends and family. I learned that part of the reason I was able to remain so level headed was because I had an amazing support system. After my break up, I tried to keep myself as busy as possible, constantly setting up lunch dates with friends, texting my feelings to Tanisha (the BFF of course) every other day, and physically removing myself from any situation where I felt emotionally vulnerable. (So imagine, you're out for a night of drinking - then BAM, 'Hello' comes on by Adele, and you're pinching yourself not to bawl. So what did I do? The Irish exit of course.)

I'm the worst kind of sad person. Few people have seen me cry because I don't like to appear "weak." Sadness shouldn't equate to weakness, but I don't like allowing other people to see that I too can be vulnerable. It's an intimate thing to allow someone to see your vulnerable side, so I try really hard not to let anyone see it. I think the worst cry I had in 2015 was when the tears wouldn't stop during Beyonce's Made in America performance. But seriously, who starts a ballot with a 50 Shades of Grey song? Anyway, I ran back to the hotel room, continued to play sad music and cried into Tanisha's lap. Of course, she gave me the tough love I needed, I shook it off, and made sure not to connect any negative feelings to joyous occasions. So when The Weeknd performed the next day, my partner in crime Maggy made sure we were close enough to the stage to see the sweat glisten on his forehead. I don't know if you've ever seen him live, but it's worth it.

I don't think I'll ever go to a music festival again, but holy shit, look at my abs.

I started working for my company in February and it's been almost 11 months. It's crazy how comfortable you can be in the work place, especially after you connect to someone at work. When you finally find your balance of family, friends, and work, it's like the holy trinity of balance. I don't really have much to say about work other than hoping that I continue to improve overall, and that regardless of the next step I take, it contributes to my happiness. That's something I've really been thinking about and taking into account. "If I do X, Y and Z, will I be happy?"

I have a very close relationship with my mom and a lot of my family members visited from abroad this year. It's pretty cool to see how bad ass your bloodline can be. Every time anyone visited, the first thing we did was visit the liquor warehouse down the block. It's always been kind of a paradox, drinking with my mamas and khalas, while dressed in our traditional kameezes. I think part of the reason I love it when they visit so much is because I can see so many similarities in our personalities it's unreal. Just yesterday, the youngest uncle on my mother's side left, and he really reminds me of an older, much more mature male version of my sister. Both are pretty logical, but witty/sarcastic at the same time. Their favorite hobby is definitely roasting other people.

One of my favorite moments from this year was when we took a couple of my uncles, on two different occasions, to Long Beach. They had never seen the Atlantic Ocean before, and what better way to really show them something so beautiful close to home.

Me and my youngest uncle from my mother's side. The little one is my cousin (you can barely see him).

Do you ever tell yourself you're gonna do something, and then you finally do it? Then you ask yourself, 'Why did I never do this before?' and it's because you'd always been broke as hell? For me, that was traveling. I've been to Dhaka, Toronto, Abu Dhabi, San Juan and just a few other cities outside New York, and I can't wait for my next adventure. Sure, I'll be on a resort on Punta Cana, but I'll be visiting the capital and making sure I at least get to see the actual country itself. Dieting for Punta Cana starts now of course.

Now that 2016 is almost here...

What are my next steps? Shit, I don't know. I know whatever I do, regardless of my career and relationships, I need to make sure it feels right. "Do I need to do this? Will this make me happy?"

As far as anything 'healthy' goes, I'm going to keep doing me. Something that I picked up in August was going to the gym before work. If you have the time to do so, I recommend this. It's the best feeling going to a fairly empty gym, doing your thing, and seeing an actual difference in your body. I don't like giving myself a limit as to how much "weight" I should lose. I think it's better to look at it as sort of a lifestyle change. You're not working out to look good only for the summer, you should work out, because it's just a good thing to do for your body and yourself. I like going out with my friends and drinking, but I definitely plan to drink less in 2016. It's fun to be buzzed, but it isn't fun to be drunk and then hungover the next day. I'll be more conscious of what I'm drinking, and more so, making sure I have a glass of water after each drink.

Basically, I'm never drinking coquito again.

I definitely need to budget better, and get my first credit card. I don't even have a credit score probably, so if I plan to own my own place some day, I need to work on that. Something I plan to do is just cut out buying lunch period. Do I really need to eat Thai food twice a week? It adds up. I've forced myself to like the crappy Keurig coffee in the break room, so I can definitely force myself to make lunch 5 days a week. Being fiscally responsible is a necessity and I'd rather go out less if it means having more in my pocket at the end of the night.

I'm going to be 25 in 2016, so I need to be mentally prepared for all of the bullshit proposals that might come my way. I've just gotten use to the idea of loving myself, so It'll be a while before I open myself up to someone again. But love is one of those things you should never really rush into, so I really need to just take things slow.

Have a Happy New Year's ya filthy animals, I hope your year's been as eventful as mine!