“And suddenly you know: It’s time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings”
– Meister Eckhart
2018 has been the best year of my life – SO FAR. When 2018 rolled around, I told myself that 2018 was going to be a year of wander. And it was. It was a year of wander and a year of firsts. First time in Disneyland (yes, I’m a 20-something adult who still loves, and will always love Disney), first adrenalin-packed adventure, first time travelling solo, first time in Europe, and first camping trip.
I felt so free and more alive this year.
I met a handful of amazing people while I was in Europe. I met people who I would happily invest my time in, if only they lived in the same city as I do. These are the people who made me forget about my phone, people who watched Brooklyn 99 with me, people who showed me their city, people who made me laugh (and cry… after they left). I don’t know if I’ll ever meet any of them ever again, but I can only hope that I’ve inspired them, or simply left them with something unforgettable.
I learned more about myself this year – that I am tougher, smarter, more creative, and (dare I say it), more beautiful than I give myself credit for. I realised that solo-travelling is a concept that can be scary to some, but not to me.
I love being lost. In a good way.
And I also I fell in-love with art again, thanks to Gaudi and Barcelona. Barcelona felt like a place where the artist and the writer in me could grow, thrive, and be nurtured.
I was extremely inspired. To just keep creating, to make mistakes and learn from them, to be bold, to be brave, to push creative boundaries, to be crazy enough to believe in myself and write again, paint again, draw again, design again, create again. And maybe even dance again?
I also said goodbye to my job at the end of 2018. To be honest, I was waiting for fear to come around, but it didn’t. Instead, I was excited for everything that 2019 holds (and for everything that I could make out of it). This new unknown didn’t feel as scary as it would have been – because what if… what if the best is really yet to come? I can move to a different city (or country), I can switch careers entirely, volunteer abroad, study again. A blank slate gives me endless possibilities and opportunities. And that excites me. Because I know that the greatest years of my life are always ahead of me and never behind me.
There really is magic in beginnings, and I’m gonna trust that the universe (or God) is conspiring to give me the best.
I have grown. And achieved a lot of things – things that my teenage self would be astounded at, if she could see where I am now. An old friend of mine found me on Instagram few weeks ago. He told me, “You are now doing the things that you once dreamt of doing.”
Yes, I am.
But being the dreamer (and the list-writing, goal-getter person) that I am, I still have a lot of things that I want to do and there are still a lot of places that I want to see. To be honest, at times, I still feel “left behind”, but I’m still growing and I’m learning. I’m learning – to love myself more, to break down my walls and let people in, to be braver, to be okay with the season I am in, and to trust the timing of my life.
And I hope you do the same – that you continue to grow and learn. That this new year, this new season, brings you adventures, hope, joy, happiness, love, and good beer (or wine!)