This year was all tangled because I started it by filling–in
broken (non-refillable) vessels. It
lasted for three more months, but then we decided to part ways, for real. In the process of moving
on, gym became my sanctuary. I got
pretty addicted with working out, and I also started eating healthy. I was
getting better, physically and mentally speaking, and I was more focused with
the world around me.
Then, I met someone nice and caring, we dated but turned
out, he was my rebound, and to be fair, he had other pressing priorities;
I was not on the list. But it was okay, I was productive at work and
even received many certificates of recognition during our year-end program.
I and my ex met once again. I told myself that maybe, we
could start over but after a week, he told me he likes someone else. Afterwards
came swirling, engulfing tidal waves of self-loathing and insecurity attacks. Insomnia, anxiety, panic attacks, and headaches became a part of my routine. Few days
later, I almost hit my head on the toilet bowl because of drinking hard.
It was tough but I managed to crawl towards the light.
Gratefully, I was able to continue my workout and through teaching and the kids
in school, I was pretty happier, and felt valued. I cut my hair, created a
youtube channel, read more books, created goodreads account, wrote more blogs
and book reviews, studied and finished my TEFL course, attended Liveloud Concert,
visited lots of schools, museums and tourist spots, and most importantly, completed
the 9-day simbang gabi with my gym buddies.
Now, I could say that I am in a better place. I admit I am a
handful, bit lunatic (and impulsive) at times, but if I am not this persona, I would not learn
at all. I’ve grown a lot for the past 12 months especially when it comes to knowing what
I deserve or not. I know how to distinguish the good from the bad, the toxic
from the healthy, the permanent from the temporary. I know how to say no and
later, who cares and whatever. I know how to say fudge, I messed up but it's not the end of the freaking world. I learned to accept that there are people who must leave in order for you to live. I learned that no matter how broken you are, you are yourself, you made this, you chose this, and you are going to embrace it. At the end of the day, you are the one to decide who you're gonna be.
2019 was tangled, all right. However, these tangles will only be tangles if you let them trap you forever. I understand, it's a pressure to see others getting engaged, married, giving birth, traveling, --- these are what we see all over social media, anyways -- but I believe, we all have our unique timelines. Yours is still brewing. And my dear, I can't wait for your turn! I am confident that tomorrow, we will smell the sweet aroma of your success.
