The year of questions

While 2013 ended up being my “year of mistakes,” I’ve come to realize that 2014 (for the most part) was a year of unanswered questions.

The other day I was reading an interview with Michael Douglas in Success Magazine. When asked about the difficulties in his life, he made reference to the “waves” one experiences throughout the years:

Things happen. When there’s a good wind behind you, sailing is a breeze. But how you conduct yourself during the difficult times is what’s really important. That’s what separates people.

He goes on to talk about how these “waves” typically come in sets of five and seven, and you ride them out until you’re fortunate enough to hit your next lull. But when those forces strike, most of us just try to fight like hell to stand up on our own two feet and not get pulled down by the undertow.

2014 hit me with many more waves than lulls, some much more defeating than others. And as the impatient 25 year old that I am, it’s tough for me to not have all of the answers to the big, resounding questions that fill up my mind – questions of love, loss and the lawlessness of life.

Does the timing of a situation really dictate its outcome as much as we tell ourselves that it does?

How do we balance the grief over those we’ve lost with the frustration of why they’re gone in the first place?

And at bottom, what do we do when honestly don’t know what to do?

My answer to almost anything i’m approached with in life is to follow my gut instinct. More often than not it has led me in the “right” direction. But as this new year begins, I’ll be honest – I’m a little lost, overwhelmed, exhausted and confused. I’m trying to find out what that right balance between logic and intuition is when making a decision, and it’s a learning curve that I didn’t anticipate being so big.

Yet somehow I have a strong faith that these waves will soon settle down and my lull will arrive. Until then, the best I can do – the best any of us can do – is to fight to stand up tall and do what we can to make the ride worthwhile.

Whether 2014 was the best year of your life or the worst, remember to be patient with yourself, because no one is immune to the highs and lows, they just hit us at different times. So instead of a New Year’s resolution, maybe just trust yourself enough to find your way to the answer you’re looking for.

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”

― Rainer Maria Rilke

New year, not a new you.

Yup. I’m that girl on New Year’s Eve. The one who broke her phone to the point of no return. The same phone that has the only copies of the pictures my girlfriends and I took. I reached out to people that I probably shouldn’t have (sorry if you fell victim to this). I was asleep in bed before the ball even dropped for reasons that are still a mystery to me. I got dolled up. Wore a new dress that, to be honest, I looked fabulous in, just to share the “big moment of ringing in the new year” with my pillow and teddy bear. I was dead asleep before midnight even hit. Gee, being 23 has never looked so good.

I’m a digital nutcase so the thought of losing everything I have stored on my phone is traumatizing. But, like always, I try to take a lesson out of these plain stupid situations I find myself in the middle of.

You are not defined by the date on the calendar: I do not believe for a second that your year is dictated by what you do or who you are with on January 1st. I brought in 2012 with a now ex-boyfriend and a group of people I barely knew. And 11 out of the next 12 months was spent without those people. And they were an amazing, exciting and extremely memorable 11 months.

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One of the only surviving pictures. Thanks, Instagram.

You have the choice to live your year, your month, your week, even your day, however you choose. I laugh at everyone who says, “new year, new me!”. If it takes a giant ball dropping down a big tower and tons of people gathered together yelling “Happy New Year” in unison to make you realize that you’re a “new person”, then I think you need a wake up call. But that’s just my own blunt opinion.

For now, I’ll hang out and hope that my iPhone, which is now submerged in a bowl of rice, will magically revive itself before I head to AT&T at 10 a.m. and drop an unnecessary amount of money on a new one. Until then, think about what kind of life you want to live. Not just what kind of year. 2013 and every year after will only be as good as the effort you put in each and every day.