Happy New Year’s everyone! 2015 is finally over and I can’t say I’m sorry to see it go. I had a pretty serious wrist surgery and lost a few important people in my life. The year did have one big shining spot, which was being hired fulltime at the Port Authority. It was worth the wait, as I enjoyed working there tremendously.
But still, 2015 was a year filled with harsh lessons and I feel my 2015 can be summed up in one word – lost. I can definitely say I am not the same person I was back in January. But there is a saying:
“Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, she became a butterfly.”
The surgery I had in October on my right wrist was a year overdue. I tried to get the money for it before, but couldn’t make it work. I was in constant and severe pain to the point I couldn’t think straight. While I never became addicted, I was taking pain killers to deal with the pain more frequently than I (or my stomach) was comfortable with. It was an all around bad situation, but I felt I needed to push forward. I made commitments and promises that I believed I had to keep, no matter what.
The surgery fixed the shattered joint that healed uneven and the cartilage tear that no one knew was there. At first, I was still in severe pain, but it has healed better than expected. My pain level is almost nothing and the physical therapy that failed previously worked this time around. Thanks to my excellent orthopedic, I should be able to return to training in 2017. It’s a long healing process, but considering I was told that I would have to have it fused and never be able to return, the wait is nothing. Plus, I can start doing ring crew and other physical tasks again.
My Mom-Mom passed early in the year and while we didn’t always see eye to eye. We were probably more alike that we’d admit. We were both strong willed, intelligent, and dedicated, with a work ethic that is almost scary. And stubborn, definitely stubborn, can’t forget that one.
In addition, I lost three men from my life who were important to me. I won’t mention names or go into details about what happened, because I don’t feel that matters, but I will say each situation was heartbreaking and hard in its own way. I didn’t want them to go and even now, a part of me wishes they were still in my life, even if their departure was for the best. I learned many valuable lessons from all three men, which I will integrate into my life going forward into 2016.
From the first, I learned the importance of self-respect and perseverance. Never let anyone put you down. Constructive criticism is a positive thing, as it helps us improve, but name calling and insults do not. Ignore them. Also, when we’re striving for our dreams, we sometimes have to allow ourselves to be adaptable. We have to keep going even when our path takes an unexpected curve. Being open to new opportunities and ways our dream manifests is key.
From the second, I learned how crucial boundaries are. It’s not just creating them or having them that matters. When we have boundaries, we have to clearly and positively communicate them to those around us. When they are broken or pushed, we need to speak up positively and assertively and defend them.
From the third, I learned the most, maybe because he was the most important to me. Even if Happily Ever After is only found in fairy tales, I learned that real passion and connection are all worth trying for. You should never regret feeling them, even if a relationship doesn’t work out. And if a relationship ends, let yourself feel the pain of loss and disappointment. Heartbreak is like a empty, dull ache that sits in your chest, but never seems to stop. It hurts for real and will stop, but expressing and staying with it in the present is cathartic and healing. You’ll be able to move on, learn from the experience, and stay open to finding love and companionship again.
This is one of my favorite comics about heartbreak. I think it says it all so very well.
…so if you know of a man with some extra strong tape, please let me know, because I have a torn balloon that could use some repair…
In 2016, I want my keyword to be “found”.
In 2015, I lost my identity because I based it on what I do or did. In 2016, I will find myself and this time, my identity will be based on who I am. It’s about being and feeling rather than doing and thinking.
In 2015, I censored myself and my likes to fit in and be acceptable. In 2016, I want to express myself more and share/more of my interests, regardless of what others might think.
In 2015, I lost my voice to self-doubt and perfectionism. In 2016, I want to tell my truth, share my myself, and write more often.
In 2015, I worked and struggled, leaving no time to have fun or meet as many new people as I wanted (although I am thankful for the new friends I’ve made, like Dan, Heather, and Kris). In 2016, I want to encourage and build the friendships I’ve made, find new friends/loves, and have a good time.
In 2015, I stagnated intellectually and creatively, losing my passion. In 2016, I want to take classes, expand my horizons, take creative risks, and try new things, basically find my creativity again.
In 2015, I cried over what I lost. In 2016, I will rejoice over new opportunities.