Drama + Comedy = Dramady. That's how my 28th year is going.
I started 2011 on a high note, coming from a fantastic NY trip with my family and boyfriend. Anyone would think that the rest of the year would be as sweet as how it began.
A couple of months into the year, I had to endure the loss of a friend, a heartbreak a few weeks before my birthday, face people trying to pull me down the drain and a betrayal of a false friend, to name a few. Tragically, some of these events happened simultaneously with the amoebiasis that I’ve picked up along the way.
Fan-effing-tastic. Hello, rock bottom.
I’ve seriously considered seeing a feng shui expert or even bathing in Holy water because by far, 2011 is proving to be the most challenging year I’ve ever experienced. I do understand that my problems pale in comparison to what other people are going through. Yes, I have no right to b*tch about my life but should I be experiencing what they are, I’d be b*tching just the same. For now, this is the cross that I have to bear.
Moving on.
There are times when I look at the series of unfortunate events that have happened and have seriously consider myself as a voodoo spell victim until my trusty seatmate placed me into perspective.
“Look at it as a year of cleansing,” said my seatmate “The things that have happened to you, the people that walked in and out of your life, they serve a purpose, to strengthen and prepare you for what you deserve.”
A year of cleansing, that's a good way of putting it. But she hit it spot on.
Had my boyfriend and I not decided to end things amicably (yes, we’re very much friends and he will be lending me his iPod speakers for my trip) I would have denied myself of the other qualities that I look for in a partner. Had I not faced the people who tried to pull me down, then my true potential would not have been revealed. If it were not for the betrayal of a friend, I would not have known who my true friends are and more importantly, if it were not for the amoebiasis, I would not have gotten this thin, this fast.
Indeed, there is beauty in madness.
You see, when I was younger, I’ve already pictured my 28th year. I’m supposed to be in a long-term relationship with the man I’d spend the rest of my life with and we’d marry on my 30th. I’d have a wonderful career (this one I’ve got) and an advocacy that I’d live out with passion (this one I’m currently working on).
I’m a little off track from the original plan but I did realize that there’s nothing much I can do for the remainder of my 28th year. I have 3 months and I don’t think I can rush that original plan so I’ve decided that until December, everything will be all about me and having fun and not taking life too seriously because obviously, life has been pulling its humorous side on me this year.
On my 29th year, that’s when I will grab the wheel and get things going my way. For now, I will kick back, enjoy and let the chips fall where they may – I’m sure there are more surprises in store for me in the last 3 months of this year.
Well, whatever it is, I’m just going to have some fun starting with the Boracay trip this weekend with my partner-in-crime, Lhen.
Miles and Lhen. Partners-in-crime. Get ready for us, Boracay!
