I don’t want to miss my window to be deep and meaningful and wise and philosophical and inspirational and, and,and, as we usher 2020 out and welcome a hopefully sparkling ,well behaved 2021.
Societal pressure says I should have had a life altering experience in 2020 and I should be ready and eager to share said experience with the world and inspire the hell out of some lucky soul.
I didn’t. 😅
But that’s not the point of my share. I want to raise a glass to you.
You who barely made it through the year,dodging horrendous attacks from all angles.
You who went through pain you couldn’t share .
You who felt forgotten and thought the world was passing you by.
You who in the midst of the world developing new skills, discovering new hobbies, finding new ways to express themselves,opening up new streams of income, finding new love, stumbling upon themselves, all you did was breathe and make it through the year. Cheers to you.
If all you did this year was hold on to your peace and your mental health, cheers to you.
If all you learnt this year was to walk away from toxic, low vibrational family relationships which only work when only you put in the effort, you did good.
If you used the forced time to nurture yourself and have nothing to show for it except emotional clarity, you did good.
It’s quite alright if all you were in 2020 was yourself. It’s quite alright. Cheers to you.
Goodbye 2020. You were a total plot twist. Hello 2021. Be good. We are overdue for some good news.
Because I very badly wanted to be part of something explosive and amazing, I spent an unwholesome amount of time waiting to be noticed, to be saved, for the calvary to rescue me. The calvary was either delayed or did not receive my location. Yet, still I waited. All evidence said I should give up, fade away, disappear into the background, accept my lot, throw party after pity party.
And then it happened. I did not have a flashing light bulb moment. I was not suddenly illuminated, not suddenly filled with knowledge on what came next.
Slowly, creepingly, I thawed from my frozen sexy poise of damsel-in-distress, of helpless female, of hard-done-by woman, Jilted Juliet. Slowly, I awoke from slumber. Hesitantly, I began to question the position I had assumed was mine in the larger scheme. Haltingly, I did a one step forward, two steps backwards cha-cha to find ,identify, define, redefine,reassess, repackage, reintroduce myself.
I am irrepressibly, overwhelmingly, staggeringly, wonderfully, amazingly enough. I am capable of so much more than I have given myself credit for. I am uniquely positioned to transform into the very person I should be. Shaking off the inertia, peeling off the dead layers that no longer serve their purpose. Shocked to find not just signs of life but evidence of a thriving, fighting spirit.
And I present to you…phoenix. Me: 2.0 thrusting foward, powered by a life force that absolutely refuses to be extinguished. I am me. I am enough .