In this my 24th year I commit to…
giving it my all.
developing my daily meditation practice.
being committed to myself 100% of the time, regardless of what that 100% means.
earning my MPH with pride and success.
being loved + giving love.
opening myself up
growth. spirit. love. change. amaze.
This post isn’t meant to be a scorecard.
In fact, its just the opposite: an honoring of the past 365 days of growth, hardship, triumph, fear, and joy.
24 began full of promise. Hopkins, Baltimore, newness.
I moved, the power went out, classes started, everything changed. Having anything remotely close to a regular schedule just didn’t happen, not with 8 week terms during which time you spent 2 weeks basically living at school doing for mid-terms and finals. As I write this I realize that part of the reason this year challenged me so was this very lack of a steady schedule. Everytime I started to feel comfortable, everything changed.
Tangent: Thank the Universe that’s almost over. As much as I am terrified for what’s next, I am looking forward to life settling down a bit. Which, of course, is ironic since I despise the word settle and all it connotes.
24 ended up being just as difficult as 23 but in a completely different manner. My injuries weren’t physical this year, although my symptoms certainly manifested themselves that way. Instead, I dealt with an uprising of my Gremlins who had been silenced for so long. <–Think of yourself on Easter when you can have that thing you’ve been denying yourself. I did so much self-work during my 23rd year that I started 24 feeling grounded and sure and on top of the world.
As I look ahead to 25, I can’t say quite the same. I can’t say I’m totally ungrounded as the last few weeks have seen me coming back into myself and living with so much more self-awareness than I have in a long time. But there are so many questions and my road to recovery is still in its early stages and I’m dealing with the guilt over hiding my truth for so much of this year. More often than not, I didn’t let myself feel…good, bad, or indifferent. Instead I isolated and ignored and numbed.
What, then, is my overarching theme for 25? Hope + trust.
Both are emotions I’ve started to feel again after months of experiencing the exact opposite. As graduation comes closer, the bank account balance declines, and the question marks stack up, I’ll need these two emotional heroes to buoy me and guide me through.
Selfishly, I can’t help but hope that this year will be a bit easier physically. But I’m excited as it brings with it the newness of a graduate degree, a new career, and a new way of defining myself as a professional. I’ve no clue what’s next but I’ve got the love and support of people near and far and the confidence that I will make it through.