2013 was that CSI marathon on Spike. You don’t know why it hasn’t ended, but all the sudden it’s 8pm and you still have your cereal bowl on your lap from this morning.
Many times, I sat back thinking that the days were moving painfully slow; I was all too eager to jump into the next month or season in anticipation of what was to come.
I am self-sufficient. I was always able to keep myself occupied as a child, and even into adolescence and adulthood, I never really needed people constantly around me to feel validated or connected. But this year, I moved out of my childhood home and started a bankrupt-bound adventure in Boston, Massachusetts.
I became independent.
Independence was different in 2013 than 2012 and before. It was nice to move out and start a new chapter in my life, but at the same time, this year was one of the most lonely years I’ve endured. I realized everything that made me so comfortable at home was no longer within reach.
I suppose everyone goes through trials and tribulations when they begin new chapters. In all the books I’ve read, there’s never been a character that’s had it easy throughout the entire story. And if they did, I was probably reading Dr. Seuss.
I learned to take risks.
Moving to a new city without a job is not entirely far from the realm of things I would do. Watching my savings dwindle down to almost nothing after a month of unemployment was something I didn’t really account for in my calculations, though.
I fell in love.
And it wasn’t the way I planned it. I guess you don’t plan those kinds of things though. For the first time, I figured out how to let my guard down. I had never let anyone in before; I was barricaded by this crippling fear that I would get hurt in the end.
And then I got my heart broken.
And that didn’t go like I planned it either. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, both parties ended up in the wrong. It was a casualty of the circumstances and situations. It just didn’t work, and I don’t even know if it would had it been done differently. It’s the first time where after something didn’t work out that I wasn’t bitter, angry, or spiteful. There was just an acceptance and appreciation of what was accomplished in a short time.
I broke a heart.
And that makes you feel like shit. I’ll be honest. Starting with a clean slate isn’t easy when you have a lot of baggage to bring along to your new destination. It makes the whole relationship thing seem like a great idea, but then again when you’re doing something that’s entirely for yourself, the other person doesn’t really factor into the equation.
I was selfish.
And not in the good way. I jeopardized and potentially ruined a very good friendship because I never cared about the other person the way that I should have. There are certain instances in life where in the moment, it seems like an okay idea, but in retrospect, a lot of the issues or problems that arise between friends would be avoided if both parties just stopped and looked objectively at the situation. That takes time and effort though, and who has that?
I lived in a closet.
Kinda still do. It’s funny how growing up I always compared my friends’ rooms to my own. If they could see me now! I understand the value of consolidation and have learned to only keep the necessities. It’s nice to know that I don’t have anything from PacSun anymore, and that I really don’t miss that sweatshirt I had since high school with all the holes and history in its sleeves.
I learned that things don’t always work out the way you want.
And this was the hardest lesson. The idea of moving to a new city with all your dreams boxed up is intoxicating. When reality is just waiting until you settle into your apartment to come out and slap you clear across the face. All these plans concocted in my head, and virtually none of them turned out the way I wanted. But I also wouldn’t change the way anything unfolded.
I stopped planning.
Everything started to work out when I stopped trying to orchestrate my life. At the end of the day, I can only do so much to solidify my chances of obtaining the job I want, or being accepted into the group of friends I’d like to join, and start letting things happen. I opened myself up to being bored out of my mind and not planning a damn thing, and it all just clicked.
Appreciating the unexpected wouldn’t happen if things panned out the way your mind had mapped it from the start. Being grateful for a perfectly executed plan would never come around if everything went your way all the time. If situations were taken as is, lessons would never be learned and people would never change.
In a lifetime, a year can be insignificant at first thought. But there will always be those gravestone worthy moments within each twelve month period that hold the answers regarding that scar on your right knee, that tattoo on your forearm, or that reason why thought it was a good idea to wear pleather to your coworkers’ dinner party.
Whatever those moments are, cherish them. Because you only have one shot at 2014, and you better make sure your aim is on point.