I feel like I’ve written so many posts intitled hellmonth, rough week and more depressing stuff that it’s almost to the point of it being a rough year. On the first day of 2018 I was with one of my best friends, one of my ex-best friends who is cousins with one of my best friends and my boyfriend. My friend Nina is going to become a doctor without borders, my childhood friend is a musician as is my boyfriend and I am a writer. We are all very ambitious people so naturally, we were all full of hope and the phrase “this is going to be our year.” I don’t know if this will be my year. One the first day of the year it was grey and gloomy but we weren’t, we were young and vibrant. We had so many things going for us and a whole year to put those things to work. We went to the Whitney Museum and had salads for dinner.
It’s been another hard week. My grandma is in the hospital and because of work I have not had a spare second to get up to Syracuse and see her. And my uncle is one floor below her in the same hospital, admitted in the same week. This is how these things go in my life, when it rains it pours. I am going to missing a lot of my family’s birthdays for the first time ever. I’m also the worst at stress management and have found myself smack in the middle of the #5 most stressful job in America (wedding planner) and wedding season seems never to end. Every day off I think I have turns into a working from home day. And I got a new job as a nanny (for four children) which I am so so very excited about (and so nervous for) but the transition to something new is proving really hard. But God willing this job is more fulfilling and more meaningful and I am truly so excited for it.
What I’ve learned this year is that family is the most important thing. It’s really a motto and a way I live my life now. The older you get I think the more you look around and take note of whose there and whose not. And family is always there and the friends that have always been there are now family. I know who I love and I’ve already met the love of my life and I couldn’t be more certain about that. I’m lucky to be so young and have certainty about things like that. I’m only 20 and I already feel like I know who is going to be going through life with me. That is such a blessing. I hope I’m right. A revelation like that would probably provide inner peace if I had time to reflect on things like that. Lol.
More than anything I’m a writer and this year had been especially hard as a writer. I’ve been inspired not often and often in inconvenient times. I worry that I won’t ever be published again and I worry about never getting my perpetually 53 page book to 100. I worry that I’m the only one that this is poetry too and I’m the only one who understands what it means.
I think it’s hard to be exhausted and ambitious and working for everyone but your self. I think it’s hard to do those things that make you, You and make sure you remember who you are and who you love and to nurture both your relationships and your relationship with your self and your passions. Maybe the hardest part of life is balancing it all. Balancing what makes you have your will to live and what you actually have to do to live. It’s hard. We’re all figuring it out in a very trial and error way.