Wow. The past two weeks in Malaysia just zoomed by it feels as though I merely blinked a few times and I’m home, once again behind the desk, trying to make heads and tails of the year 2012 and how I can make it even more grand than 2011 – in so many different facets of my all too-grown up world. I think I did pretty okay this year. I had a somewhat tumultuous start, which I attribute to my penchant for ambivalence and playing it safe when I should have been taking great risks; and doing the exact opposite when I really should have been more logical and pragmatic. At 32, surprisingly, I still sometimes fail to get it together. Oh I do appear to be in total control of the situation all the time, but 3 out of 10 – still not a bad fraction, if you ask me – I’m simply bluffing my uncertainties and inadequacies away.
And since 2012 practically has one foot planted firmly on that spot where 2011’s exiting foot should’ve been, I have an excuse for waxing nostalgic at midnight. Would you kindly indulge me? Oh never mind. You know darn well I would ramble on regardless. If I ever did great in anything this year, it would have to be on these three areas: Career, Relationship, and Personal Growth. I know it sounds too self-indulgent and perhaps it is, but from where I’m sitting, I have far less reasons to complain now than last year – or even the many years before. Or perhaps I have simply become more tolerant of disappointments – people and scenarios alike? Be that as it may, I’m still inclined to think Life has been kinder – generous in unquantifiable measure – to me.
My passion has not waned and my faith has grown stronger, thanks in large part to the people around me: the love of my life, my brother, some of the truly amazing people I work with (there are only a few of them I respect and love with such ferocity and I am truly grateful for the learning experience), and the few people I consider good friends. All of them, I must say, are worth so much more than their weight in pounds.
Especially you, C. Remember that song I told you would make a perfect march song? Thank you for turning out to be that one person I can say those words to – without having to conjure up some perfect image I know would only shatter at the slightest ripple.
As individuals, we are strong and capable, no doubt about it. But together, We. Are. So. Much. Better.