2022: Rough but beautiful.
As I was running this morning towards a beautiful, rough sea, it occurred to me that I had not written a single blog in the whole of last year. Not ONE! And it’s not like the whole of last year was rough. Parts of it were, but so many parts of it were so beautiful. So here is my first journalesque post for the year. Even if I write no other, there will still be this one.
2022 started off high and happy in an idyllic surf spot in Udupi, and ended in an ICU ward in a Chennai hospital where my mom was admitted. She is okay and back home now, so the rough start to the new year 2023 has abated. And I am willing for it to stay that way.
In the last year, I did little writing. I barely journaled, wrote poems sporadically, and did very little work on my novel. It is not something I regret or wish to change (I mean, can you ever?). I have grown to a greater level of acceptance and peace, for which I am extremely grateful. And (possibly because of that) I have had many breakthroughs in the past year.
I found a surprisingly quick and happy ending to a long pending divorce. I improved greatly my relationship with the Universe, my son and my ex-husband (not necessarily in that order). I travelled a lot, to mountains, forests, oceans, across oceans, I touched both the Pacific and Atlantic oceans, saw the Arctic ocean from afar, ran in snowy weather, went on the longest vacation with my son (to the US), saw my bank account burgeon to unprecedented levels, lost a few friends (only a couple to death), found myself in an ER, started smoking, quit smoking (I seem to be getting good at this), found love, lost love (also this), coached a whole lot, danced a lot, ran a fair bit, practised yoga consistently, paused guitar lessons, started guitar lessons, started climbing, invested in personal growth, and nurtured friendships.
In the next year I intend to, no, I am GOING to…
1. Run my fastest time at the Berlin Marathon. I’m thinkin’ 3.50. Doable? Also, who wants to coach me? (I am a very disciplined athlete, if that’s a carrot :p)
2. Finish a novel that I am proud of.
3. Win a great book deal for the novel.
4. Read more.
5. Find love and keep it.
6. Fatten further my bank account.
7. Continue to nurture relationships.
8. Surround myself with rocksolid people.
9. Continue to live in love and gratitude.
10. Keep moving!
Yep, that’s my list (that took me great courage to list down). Yeah, this year I refuse to let the music die inside me, metaphorically speaking. But also literally. This year I will sing more. Who’s listening?
