I often encourage people to read God’s Debris by Scott
Adams. Because it touches on the odd phenomenon of dejavu/dejanew? Hard to
explain. But the gist is that – sometimes you’ll hear a song on the radio and
it will remind you of someone you haven’t thought about in a very long time, and
then all of a sudden that song is everywhere. Then all of a sudden that person,
in some shape or form, comes back into your life. And how that song could have
been on the radio in passing a hundred times before that day you heard it and
were triggered into that memory, but until you’re forced to pay attention to
that sign, until you’re looking for it..it almost always goes unnoticed.
I guess that’s how I feel. With yesterday and today, and
probably tomorrow. I guess everything is in the forefront for whatever reason. And
it’s making me reflect.
2013. what did I do? What didn’t I do.
Early in the year, in the best way possible, I turned 30. Surrounded
by nearly every friend I have in Edmonton I spent the evening drinking in
excess. 30 shots of burt Reynolds. Not counting the free bottle of wine I got
at dinner or the drinks I had prior to starting the challenge. In my 20’s, or
just the day before depending on how you look at it, I would have woken up
shaking my head at my lousy and awkward attempts at being funny or coy or
charming. I would wake up feeling shame and regret and attempt to stay in bed
for a week wrestling with my demons only to emerge however long later to see
that the world didn’t change in my absence, and that my shame and self loathing
were almost entirely unjust. But the next day, I woke up feeling happy. I drank
a bottle of water, I took a few Tylenol and I went upstairs and outside to be
greeted by my friends with hesitation. As if they were trying to gauge me and
how I felt after all that booze. I smiled. Great. I’m great. My resolve, I
thought inside my own head before trying to reiterate it to them without
sounding like a horoscope, is that that was it. I’m done now. I don’t need to
wake up hating myself anymore. I don’t need to get that drunk ever again. Hell,
I don’t even need to drink anymore if I don’t want to.
I hate to think that a day can change someone so
drastically. That a 24 hour period where, before I was 29, and after I’m 30,
can have such a fundamental impact on someone that it causes them to completely
alter the way they think and feel about something that – for the better part of
my life – has controlled and nearly ruined me.
And it’s not like I spent hours pondering and reflecting and
searching for that resolution. I just woke up knowing that I was no longer that
girl who got blind drunk, got angry, got hurtful towards people she loved and
most of all, hurtful towards herself. I just woke up and I wasn’t that person
anymore.
So I turned 30, and with it I turned into a different person
that I can’t hardly recognise in comparison to who I used to be. We’re so
different that it’s almost like invasion of the body snatchers. With way less
gross things latched onto my head.
February found me in my new career. I jumped ship from the
business I helped create and build and moved into something totally unfamiliar.
Totally out of character, and I loved it. I spent the better part of my year
learning and growing and learning some more. I was left stranded in unfamiliar territory,
and rather than panic and remove myself as I so often have done in the past, I
ran at the unfamiliar head on. And it was the best decision I ever made. I’ve
never been happier at a job. I’ve never been as successful. Never as praised
and never as valued. I found a home inside those walls. A home which, in the
next coming month, will see me take another giant leap forward towards the
ceiling. Past the ceiling. Through those barriers and boundaries and beyond.
I spent the summer working and enjoying it. And what little
free time I had I spent in the company of the two best friends I’ve ever had. The
two people who pulled me back from the brink of despair time and time again. Who
saved my life over and over. I cherished every moment I could sneak away and
spend with them. I still cherish every moment that they allow me to be in their
lives, because without them, I’m not the person I want to be. Without them, I’m
still just that scared angry messed up addict of anything who didn’t love
herself and didn’t care if she lived or died. My summer was spent falling in
love again, with my friends, with myself, with life and with the people I had
long neglected to love because I was too stupid to see what was good for me. I
traveled all over alberta. Some for work, some for play, some for no good
reason whatsoever, except that I wanted to see what Banff looked like at night.
It was also in that time that I moved, twice. And settled into my own place for
the first time in two years. A place where I was finally able to have my cat
live with me. Having a life that depends on me was something new. Being responsible
for something so completely, was new. New and scary and exciting. And when I crawl
into bed at night, and she puts her paw on my face and drools and purrs I can’t
imagine ever living without her ever again. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it
now, but no one in the history of the world will love anything as much as I
love my stupid cat.
I traveled all over everywhere. Seeing mexico for the first
time, marking those things off my bucket list. Clapping to hear the bird noise reverberate
back at chichen itza, one of the seven wonders of the world. Walking down the
beach barefoot listening to live music and watching the shore line disappear under
the waves. Walking at the bottom of the ocean. Meeting new people, seeing new
things, falling in love with every piece of it. Living. Really living.
2013. I can’t imagine a year being any better. But the
reason behind all that, the reason I was able to look back today at it and be
so happy for every piece of it is because, in 2013 I finally resolved all my
anger towards the previous year. I finally let it go. Let myself go away from
it. I took a breath and said forgive. Move on. Be ok. I could say it was easy. But
it wasn’t. I didn’t get to wake up one day and just realize, hey you know what.
People do things. Sometimes shitty things. Sometimes shitty things TO you, but
that’s on them. It’s not on you. It’s not on me. What’s on me now is who I am,
and who I want to be. And see for myself the person I was who made the mistakes
I made, that made the choices I made and for what reason and resolve to be better.
No, I didn’t wake up and just know that even though the way things happened
sucked, they happened because they had to. Because everything has a breaking
point. You bend and put pressure on something or someone for long enough and it
will snap. It will splinter apart and there it will be. Broken. You can get
angry, and I did. Boy did I. you can get angry and spit venom and hatred and be
the martyr to your own story. But what good does that do. Everyone needed a
scape goat, someone to blame. If that’s me, that’s me. I can’t change how
people see me. How they saw me then, or if they will ever see me again for the
person I am and have become. I can’t determine that for anyone but myself. I’m
happy to be of some use if it means people are happy themselves. That they have
secured their spot in the world and flourished. Because despite my anger then,
I have none now. I only have peace and understanding and wishful thinking for
the future. For their future. But mostly for mine. Harbouring anger, that’s no
way to live. That’s no way to think about people. Because you never stop caring
about people. Even if you try. You never even stop caring about them less. This
is where the full circle of writing indicates that I write the next sentence to
be something like “you just do this, and it makes total sense and ends things
on the perfect note” but truthfully, it’s not the end. And even if it was,
nothing is perfect. Even if we glued those broken splintered pieces back
together, it will never be the same. And maybe that’s the point. To never be
the same.
2013, you’ve found me gracious and contemplative and at
peace with myself. I thank you for that. I look forward to seeing what 2014 has
in store.
Welcome to the 30's... best decade I've had yet. Sounds like you're on par for the same deal.
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