Christmas Day, 2018. I sat on the couch opening my presents, thinking I couldn’t bear to be at the same place in my life in a year.
Well, I’m definitely not in the same place, and I feel like I’ve aged several years in one.
That December, my uncle was in assisted living, while we tried to figure out what had been going on in his mind that would make him forget who we were. By Christmas, he was coming back to us; but January 7th, our plans were ruined when he was very suddenly taken from us. While we’d been focused on his mind, his heart had other ideas. I think that’s when I realized how old I am — I’m at the point in my life where I lost an uncle. It doesn’t seem possible to me.
I had no idea that this was just the start of a tumultuous year.
The intentional changes began at the Ladies Spring Retreat at the Springs Camp (where I used to work) in March, with my best friend Emma. I faced my fear of heights and went down the double zip line. I never rode the zip line the summer I worked there. I remember climbing the tower with Emma, with my heart beating so hard I could feel it, and it felt like it might actually jump out my chest. Standing at the top, getting hooked up, I had a death grip on the strap of my harness, feeling like I might actually pass out before I could step off. Heads up, ya’ll: if you zip line, hang on low. I held on high, and extremely tight. When I stepped off, and my weight hit the bottom my my harness, it ripped my hands down the strap I was holding. I was overjoyed that I’d faced my fears, but at the same time I was in awful pain because my hands had just been ripped open! I spent the rest of the retreat answering questions about why my hands were completely wrapped in gauze. I have a scar on one hand, but let me tell you, I’m actually glad I have a scar to remind me that I can do anything, even when I’m totally terrified. (I know I’m smiling in the picture, but it was that or tears)
I knew I needed some big changes in my life. There were things I wanted to do, places to see. So in June, I got on a plane for the first time in my life, all alone, and flew to Arizona to see my cousins. I had the most amazing time, but at the back of my mind was how far I was from home; a month previous, we had discovered my grandpa had cancer.
So amid being excited, and so proud of myself for going off on my big adventure, I was also thinking that this would surely be my last year with my grandpa. The doctors told us six months. Which became one month, which became a week right down to the day. Grandpa went Home on July 4th. Somehow we all knew that would be the day. Walking him home — sometimes singing him home — was bar none, the hardest, but greatest privilege of my life. The music knitted those days together for me: 10,000 Reasons is now in my mind, “Grandpa’s Song,” and “I Raise a Hallelujah,” is a reminder that death was not allowed to claim that soul. That soul is safely in Heaven. Hard as that week was, I am grateful for becoming so very close with my family, and that closeness has lasted beyond the storm.
After that, what could happen?
Besides re-prioritizing one’s life.
And that doesn’t always turn out the way we think it will. The theme I’d been working with all year was, “No regrets.” I’d learn to approach a situation with, “If I don’t do this, will I always regret it?” If the answer is yes, I had to try it. I knew I’d always regret not trying the zip line, so I went down it — twice (after the second ride, I got my first aid, lol). Would I regret not taking my first flight alone? Yes. So I did it alone.
The priorities in my life shifted quickly from “being normal” and accumulating things, to making memories, having experiences, and placing my family back above other relationships…Which is bound to leave out some people who think they ought to be included. The short version of this is: I had to let someone go. After, honestly, years of wondering why I was holding on. I knew I had to let go of a problem that I couldn’t fix. I don’t regret the time when we were friends; only that it ended the way it did. I do not regret my choice. But I’m definitely in the grieving stage. I have discussed this over and over with some close friends. And I have found some videos that I listen to regularly that remind me that all the red flags were present and I had to break off the relationship. But I didn’t expect the tidal wave of emotions I’ve had since then. It really is a process to work through.
But such is life, I suppose.
I found my own church, I’ve made more memories with family, and I’ve invested in the friends who invest in me.
I had my first grown up, adult crush this year too. But after discovering the position is full…well yeah, I was kind of upset for a while. But I learned something from it: the person I was, when I was trying to get his attention is the person I need to keep being. Not for the sake of the same guy. And not that I need to be “impressive,” or need to change. But the confidence I showed in who I am, the bravery I had in just starting conversations, trying to be a friend to him…those are all things that need to stay in my life.
“No Regrets,” will continue into 2020. Yesterday on Christmas Day, I honestly knew I’d lived the last year without regrets, to the best of my ability. And it’s the best feeling.
Going in to 2020?
I have a goal to redecorate my bedroom. Small goal? Nope. Because I plan to do it in a way that will help me appreciate and display the things that are important to me. A family vacation is in the works for the first time in years, too. I plan to make memories around home, save some money, and go on my next big solo adventure the next year.
What have you done this year that you’re really proud of? Fears faced? Memories made? I’d love to hear about them!
More new year’s goals to be shared soon!
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