The year 2015 didn’t really start on a great note. I got
hurt, got my entire extended family hurt, and ended up feeling like the biggest
fool on the planet. But then, I survived. Once I cut out the toxicity, I was
able to quite magically recover, almost instantaneously.
Somewhere down the year, I learnt to smile again. Be myself
again. Be funny, be loved, and be great at what I do for a living. I learnt to
drive. Went for long drives by myself. Treated myself to a vacation with some
amazing friends. Met new people. Made new friends.
A few months later, self-healing in the form of reiki
reached me. What started off as a one-time, what’s the harm in trying project, has
now become a permanent part of my life. The positivity, the ability to react to
situations without getting too emotional, and to heal myself and heal others
has been quite a life-changing experience.
And then I started running. With marathoners. Alongside passionate
runners. Though it happened by pure chance, I got hooked. I loved the runs. I
loved Cubbon Park in the mornings. The sweaty realizations. The calm
determination to keep up with the others. The painful stretches afterward. I
fell in love.
I moved out. I moved to a bigger, more beautiful place.
Closer to work, but more importantly closer to peace. The quiet of the new
place has instilled a new sense of peace within myself. A close friend is now a
mother. A closer friend is well on her way to become one. I have become a proud
aunt this year.
I have always wanted to see snow. I have grown tired waiting
for someone who will take me there. And so I am going to the Himalayas. I have never
gone on a vacation by myself, let alone an arduous trek. But by the end of
2015, I would have those two items crossed off my bucket list.
So, in conclusion, I would say the year turned out pretty amazing.
Life remains beautiful.
