The Mayans predicted the end of the world a few days ago, 12-21-2012.
But here I am, preparing my thoughts on what to write about 2012.
To most of my friends, 2012 was a great year, to me; it was a disaster. It was a year of heartaches, failures, disappointments and painful revelations. It was a year of surviving, I may say literally and figuratively.
2012 was the year I made bad decisions, false friends and was the year I trusted the wrong people and neglected the right ones.
Not even the closest of my friends truly knew or knew entirely what I had gone through, what I had to endure 365 waking days of my life last year. Mostly because I was ashamed and afraid of my own failures that I tried to deal with them on my own and maybe because somehow, I knew that I brought all of them to myself.
I texted one of my closest friends on new year’s to thank her for being part of my year, I also told her that in the end, I survived and that’s what matters. — She told me I was a fighter and that I am an amazing woman.
Which brings me to my biggest realization.
“Whatever I do good, I will do better.” cos certainly, nothing was right in 2012.
from the man I loved, to the work I got, to the people I met and the many things in between, NOTHING was right… So for this year, I will not only do good at surviving, I will be better at it.
Acceptance is what I need. I have no room for self-pity and awe anymore, I’ve made room for the wrong pains in my life, this time I really need to get things right. God, My Family and about a handful of the right people should be enough, because I know, I can’t do everything on my own, and that too, I have accepted.
So, 2012. I am the bigger bitch for surviving you.
Bring it on 2013!