I have this tendency every, every year, I declare that this year is going to be my year. This is going to be the year it all falls into place, I will find the right girl, I will get an awesome that pays well, in short all my dreams will come true and I will be happy. The problem is that life doesn’t work that way, and I end every year saying next year will be better.
And there is truth in that statement, next year is always better. The thing is, what makes the next year better are lessons I learned the previous year. 2014 has been a huge year of risk and learning, there have been triumphs, heartbreaks, and huge surprises. I feel, sitting here on the last day of 2014, that I have a deeper knowledge of myself than I have ever had.
I came the closest I have ever come to being in a real relationship, even though it did end badly, I took a risk that a few years ago I never would have taken. A friendship died due hurt feelings and betrayal, and instead of dealing with it the way I would of in the past (strangling this person with their own intestines), I just walked away in peace rather than trading verbal and emotional blows. I climbed mountains and forded chest high streams. I saw stars shine over ancient temples and saw the sun rise on the Great Wall. I got over fears and saw old wounds heal. I learned to stop giving a damn what people think of me. And I found my life’s calling (teaching and writing).
I don’t think that any one year will be our year, I think like a good bourbon, the years can only make us better if we let them. Every year we learn more about ourselves, about the world, and about life. If we expect everything to fall into place all at once, we will be sadly disappointed, life doesn’t work like that (only fairy tale and romantic comedies work that way). The problem is we can let the disappointment make us bitter and that will sour our progress the next year, we will end up in a rut and be stuck there until we choose to move on. I once heard someone say that: “you can get bitter or you can get better”. It my hope that I always choose to get better. I hope I think of every year as my year, because no matter what happens I can only get better, if I choose to.
Was 2014 everything I hoped for? No. Was 2014, in some ways, better than I could have hoped for? Yes. Will 2015 be even better? Hell yes.
Here’s 2014, thanks for healing, knowledge, and great stories. And to 2015, welcome and may it bring us all greater peace, knowledge, adventure, and discovery. God Bless. And have a happy New Year.