New Years Eve has always been one of my favorite holidays.
It isn’t because of the booze. Though booze certainly can make the night more interesting and add to the excitement.
I am not against a boozy New Years Eve. But if chose to drink… please drink responsibly.
The real reason I Iove New Years Eve is that the feeling of hope and optimism that the next year will be better than the last.
What does it mean to be hopeful?
For me I always hoped for love, wealth, travel and happiness. I think that is natural to hope for those things but did I even know what I was hoping for?
I think back to what I used to hope for and it just seems so innocent.
Sometimes I am ashamed at how simple my emotional worldview was. So black and white. I thought I had everything figured out when really I had about 7-10% of life figured out. (And no one has life 100% figured out.)
But how can hold this against my younger self? She didn’t know. That wasn’t her fault.
I don’t want to be arrogant towards my younger self but I didn’t understand how powerful hope can be until I experienced true despair.
New Years 2017 I was just hoping that I was going to survive and that maybe “IT” wouldn’t hurt as much.
Since 2017 I have hoped for continued survival, healing and for my daughter to thrive. I have hoped for happiness. I have hoped for a sense of home. I have hoped for stability, security and safety.
I have hoped for answers. Though I know I will never get the answers I need.
I have desires but I struggle to hope for them.
I have come to realize that in order to hope for something, you need to have faith that you can receive it.
It’s hard to hope when you don’t have faith.
Why hope for love and happiness when it can all be taken away, sometimes at a moments notice?
At the eve of a new decade, I find myself at a very strange spot. It’s a place I have never been before.
Parts of my old optimism are starting to come through but it’s hard to reconcile that optimism with the harsh reality that I have lived through.
We live in a society where time is perceived as linear and that it is easy to let go but my experience has proved that both of those perceived truths are not 100% true.
I am struggling to let go of the past partly because I fear I will never experience happiness again.
So that bring me to this point- New Years 2020.
A new decade.
I feel grossly unprepared.
I live to have a plan and set goals, preferably goals that have measurable outcomes.
I always want to better myself. That is a constant.
I used to be a dreamer but I haven’t had a dream in a very long time.
I have spent too much time letter what happened to me define me.
I want to be a dreamer again. I want to hope again and believe that I can be happy again. That it won’t seem ridiculous to hope for love, happiness, wealth and travel.
It’s a tall order.
All I know is after the past 3.5 years, something has got to change.