2018. Holy Cow.
This past year has had so many stories and memories and journeys. Literally, a year ago, my friends and I journeyed in a car to a cruise ship and spent a blissful week enjoying each other, the sun, and life. Just a few months after that, I suddenly lost my job. On the very last day of that job, after getting rejected from one and having to turn down another due to reliability, I got offered a job at a company that I didn’t even really consider. A few months later, I got promoted and moved to a super great team and a new portfolio. A few months after that, I lost that portfolio (like as of a few weeks ago) and have moved to a new, temporary team. Over the course of the year, I struggled. I struggled with being so concerned with where I was. I struggled with who I had become compared to who I used to be. I struggled with fear of failure. Not failing at something, but of failing at me; at missing my calling and messing everything up forever. (Hey, I’m in my early 20’s). I was afraid that my life was going to be this mediocre, non-impactful blob. I feared.
You know what I didn’t do? Pray. At least until I couldn’t do it on my own anymore. You would think that I would’ve learned by now, but old habits die hard. So I started to pray. I asked for God to reveal something to me, to show me my path, to make my destination even just a little bit visible. Well. He didn’t. But what he did do was give me peace. He gave me discernment. He gave me wisdom. He gave me love.
Love. How intricate love can be. Love is the most overstated and underestimated thing in the world. We typically associate that into two, maybe three, categories: romantic, platonic, and I guess familial. But what if there was more? I discovered a lot about myself this year and what love means to me. I used to think platonic and romantic love were as different as night and day. What I discovered is that platonic love is seriously underappreciated. To be in a (romantic) relationship, you need both. To have only one is to be stagnate. Maybe not at first, but eventually. I also realized that was sort of how I loved God. I mean, I loved him, but the kind of love that doesn’t quite take the back burner, but also doesn’t come close to being a solid priority. The love that “taking for-granted” doesn’t even accurately describe. Then there was my love for life. Oh life. Life sucked in the beginning of 2017 and I was absolutely miserable. But the clouds opened and the worst parts of the beginning of that year made way for the best parts of the rest of it. I started to appreciate life’s colors again. It’s music, and the intricate details that made it what it is. And then there was my love of “friends.” My deep, close friends that I see often, the ones that I rarely see but keep in contact with, my new friends, and the people that I meet on the street, at work, or at random events. You see, I love people. I love to connect with them and to love on them. I love to serve and make memories with and give a piece of myself to people.
Due to a breakup, I found myself running to things for entertainment. I was on facebook every two seconds and was so disappointed when I didn’t have a new notification. I was constantly checking snap chat and even started going onto instagram again. I would binge netflix shows for hours and would be so bored but desperate to have something entertain me. Well, that’s super sad. So I decided to do a social media/netflix/hulu/as-much-as-I-could-phone fast starting November 1st that would last the rest of the year. I had a few exceptions since this was to focus connecting more with people. One was that I could still reply to people via social media or other avenues as this was yet another way to keep in contact with people not near me. Also, if my roommates were watching something, I would watch with them. To bond. Obvi. Well I failed at the phone thing, but taking a step back from social media was surprisingly refreshing. I’ve never really had too much of an issue of comparing my life to other’s, but I no longer relied on it for entertainment. I didn’t hide behind my phone, and I forced myself to interact more with strangers and smile and say hi and not pretend that they weren’t there. Just not hiding behind my phone made me crave delving into relationships all the more. I started appreciating my roommates even more than I did before. Although they’re pretty awesome. I started to enjoy hanging out with my friend group EVEN more. And I joined a life group at church that has led to so many great and new friendship that I get discover and develop. I have had so many great memories just in the past two months, with new friends and old than most of the year. I got to enjoy and experience, but I also got to share. I got to grow. I got to learn.
I feel like it’s been a while since I truly learned. Not just academically since I’ve been out of college, but relational and spiritually as well. The most important thing I learned this year was to be loved by God. Truly and earnestly loved. And I learned how to receive it. I have always known how to give, but now I am learning how to give with a truly whole heart. I am learning that I actually may not need to know all the answers. I am learning that greatest moments of love that I have experienced are not what I was expected or planned.
In the beginning of November, I went on a retreat. The experience and what I learned and went through deserves a blog and a half, but one thing we did was sing a song about preparing our hearts. “Create in my a clean heart, Oh God.” I’m not one for resolutions because habits and I are not “friends,” but this year, I want my heart to be open. Open to new experiences, open to change, open to trials and joys. Open to whatever life has to throw at me this year. Last year I worried. This year, I anticipate with joy.