People counted the days as they awaited the upcoming day. The celebrations started well in advance, anticipating the new year. It’s a lively, exciting, happy, and cheerful day. Everyone seemed to have plans, one way or another, for the new year. The happiness appeared to be contagious, lifting even my sour mood.
Of course, why wouldn’t it be lifted? There is that unknown cheer and the ripple of excitement in the air itself. No matter how scary and dreadful life seemed to be, the new year gave me hope.
Being jobless… hmm… maybe not jobless. Ahh… I am in the middle of being a jobholder and a jobless person. How weird. I put a ‘The End’ tag on a book today and quit being an editor for one of my clients this month. These are the only assignments I have. I ended them. I feel free and relaxed, but it didn’t take me minutes for them to turn into worry. What will I do with no job? Ahh… yes! Did I tell you? I am a techie yet not a techie. It’s a long story for another time.
When I was young, I used to count time in years; now I count time in six months. I wonder, would I count time and have a self-check all over again for every three months in the future? Maybe or maybe not. Being a girl in her twenties… with no stable job is worrying. As if adding a cherry on top, I have to either marry or get a job to ‘settle down’.
These were my worries too!! Note ‘WERE’. But it’s okay! I am starting a new book and got a job!!! And there are other plans too!! There is hope, my dear. To me, the whole year was a hell of a wreckage. I am telling you… I never had anything as bad as this year.
But… I grew emotionally too strong. I went through too many trials and hardships. It’s okay. I saw the reality too early and also decided to live in it, while my peers are still trying to run from it. Maybe that’s my flex of the year. If all the eleven months are a wreckage and a destruction to me… this December is a rebound. Relieved from toxic friendships, toxic people, and the things that worried me. In the past few days, I have received nothing but hope and happiness. And I would attain them more in 2024. I am both scared and excited to enter 2024.
Is this what you call being an adult? I started the year losing something that shattered me but ended it by rebounding myself. People say ends are painful but they forget beginnings are just as beautiful. So… is it an end or a new beginning? Whatever it is… I am looking forward to it.