In 2019, things will be better

by - December 29, 2018

It's a little past 12 a.m. on the 29th as I write this, and the wee hours of the morning are waving back at me like my old friends. 2018 is almost gone, and it refuses to leave me in peace. It's mocking me right now, taunting me of all the words in my head that were left unsaid, along with all my plans that were left undone. And with the fast approaching New Year, it makes my existential crisis more real by the hour.

National Museum, July 2018

2018 has allowed me to do some things - I published another book which I have to admit, took me a couple of years to finish. I managed to have a 9-5 job that understood my situation as a chronically-illed woman who needs to be on leave once every two months for doctor's appointments. I met new people, made new friends and once again had the chance to prove myself that I can still be productive in the corporate setting despite my disabling situation. My world expanded, even by just an inch or two.

Si Saldang, Si Marvin at ang Halimaw ng Gabi (Stage Play), February 2018
Right Where You Left Me, published April 2018

It could have been better, though, had I said yes to the many opportunities for adventure that came my way. Yet here I am, wondering what could have happened had my fear didn't take over. I could have met more people, learned another culture, and brought home tons of memories and souvenirs if I wasn't too afraid to go on solo trips. Damn, I could've had a better feature image for this post. I could have written more stories and more books had I not allowed myself to sat idly over my cups of coffee. I could have been an inspiration to more people had I talked more about how I slayed my chronic illness every single day. I could have learned a lot of more useful things had I not buried myself in the slavery of social media.

Pangasinan, April 2018

Pinto Art Museum, June 2018

This year, I promise to make more things happen. I'd say yes to every adventure as long as it doesn't go beyond my moral boundaries. I'll wear more interesting clothes and throw away my drab possessions. I'll write down every idea that comes into my head and make stories out of them. I'll read more books so I could tell more interesting stories to people who'd like to listen. Most importantly, I won't doubt myself anymore. I'll take my own advice and explore the world, and discover what else I can do to be the better version of myself.

Before Nicole's departure
Lucca Bakery, July 2018
A date for two, August 2018

2018 is leaving me, not exactly broken, but a little bruised and wounded. It taught me that people change, and what's true today can be a huge lie tomorrow. I kept my silence, not just because I didn't want to inflict more damage, but because I believed that's what classy people do. I also learned that friendships are not defined by how many years I've known them, but for how many times I wish I've seen them in my battles. How many of them actually laughed with me for my every triumph, cried with me for my every failure, and even got my back for my every surrender. I also realized that there's absolutely nothing to be afraid of about falling in love, except for keeping it all in and leaving the other person clueless, and myself plagued with "what ifs".

Korean BBQ with office peepz, October 2018
Over cups of coffee, October 2018

I shouldn't have kept my silence. Instead, I should have spoken my mind and stood up for what I know was true. I shouldn't have remained friends with the people who clearly don't value me as someone who could still be relied on to despite my own battlefields. I should have cut ties with those who never made the time to see me in my losing ground. I shouldn't have allowed them to drain me out of what little positive thing that's left in me, and risked my emotional, physical and mental well-being. And I shouldn't have kept my feelings for that person I fell in love with. I know it wouldn't change the person's mind but at least I wouldn't be hearing this tiny voice at the back of my head saying "what if" every damn time I hear the person's name.

Enchanted Kingdom, November 2018
VegFest, November 2018

This year, I promise to make better relationships. I'll make more time for my friends and family and everyone else that I love, as love requires time, presence and loyalty. Likewise, love also demands generosity, and this includes granting them the freedom of walking away without resentment from my end. I, too, will walk away from the unnecessary drama, and use the time to reflect on my own well-being, talk to God and ask Him if maybe some of the things in what I am writing right now are actually part of His plans for me. And if I ever fall in love again? I'd definitely tell that person. Rejection could have been better than being haunted by regret.

Mula Sa Buwan, December 2018

PGH, December 2018
Cheers to a new book for this year! 

This year I promise, things will be better. In 2019, I won't let my fear take over my decisions. I will fearlessly write my tangled thoughts and share it to anyone who would listen. Until this platform becomes a formidable source of inspiration and empowerment. This will be me in real life.

90s-inspired Christmas Party, 2018

Cheers to a better year for all of us. Stay weird!

xoxo,

Beth G.

You May Also Like

0 comments