Last year I caught up on a lot of reading, quite a bit of travel, a little bit of writing, plenty of cooking, and just enough socializing. It was a good year.
I grew up a lot. I discovered new possibilities as a parent, a wife, a daughter, a friend and an employee.
I am **happy** in my almost mid thirties and I am quite proud of that achievement. I am satisfied with all that I have and all that I am. There will always be room for improvement. But if I were to die today. I won’t have any regrets.
My biggest power is my ability to reflect and learn from my own life. Here’s my most favorite learning from the last year of living
As you peel the layers of the onion, you need to prepare yourself for the outbursts. Tears there will be. It is up to you, if you choose to let it out, or to soak it in and ruminate over it’s complex flavors.
The hard truth is that you can very well walk through this life with your eyes closed, dancing on the tune set by the world, believing the narrative that was told to you and your forefathers. But if you decide to question, to look under the cover, to dig a little further, you will be disappointed at first, a tardy bit curious at second, and then you cannot turn back.
And once you have scraped the surface and glanced at the hollow pit, you cease to partake in the narrative that is inconsistent and self fulfilling. You start filling the hole that you only you know exists. And in that attempt, you are alone.
That is when you have to find your allies and vet your early discoveries. It is not easy to share your world view out in the open. It is all very controversial. You are questioning the very basis of relationships. You are calling murder, murder. It won’t be easy. But you must keep at it. My ally is my husband. Between the two of us, we are shielded.