NYMags Science of Us posted an article this week about the final year of a decade. Whether you're 29, 39, 49...that last year is one of reflection and change. While some of the statistics covered are negative (I.e. higher rates of suicide), others involved pushing yourself and reassessing your life. This past year was especially tough. I thought struggling to cope was the result of becoming a parent, the newborn stages, and dealing with perinatal depression, not to forget moving in the middle of all that. I also spent the past year beating myself up over failing to accomplish any life goals.
As the year went by, the struggles brought change, good change. There's an inner peace in daily chaos, once you accept the chaos. "The meaning we ascribe to one decade ending and another beginning is another example of how much we value a “fresh start,” as the article stated, really signifies the importance of being able to let go and move forward. As you know, I've faced some demons in recent months. It wasn't a pretty year. I'm ready for the fresh start. Perhaps the events of this year really occurred because of the timing. It's the end of an era for sure. One which was anthemed by "I'm Afraid of Everyone." But it's also the beginning of a new stage. (Anthem to be determined)
The hardships of 29 made it a year worth living because they allowed healing to start. Qué será, será. The only thing we truly control is our own actions. Those who chose to support me, not just in the past year, but at any point in time, are wonderful people. I might not spend as much time with some of them as I'd like, but all that matters is that they know how much their actions meant. How they inspired me to be a better person. The best thing you can do for another is accept them, even if you don't understand them. This is a lesson I hope to never forget.
So here's to 29. You sucked! And cheers to 30. I'm ready.