Turn your cant’s into cans and your dreams into plans
At the beginning of this year, I was filled with optimism and magic. It seemed that the new year held promise like never before – with adventure and new love. I had my happy list of things to do plastered on my phone, Mac and wall. Yet, as the year went by, I found a shift in this magic and sense of adventure.
The year went by in the blink of an eye. In the midst of two trying semesters, balancing work and trying to live it up as a twenty-something in this city of coffee and art, I find myself feeling optimistic again. Footpaths are covered in colourful petals from springtime, and the wind is warm. The skies are bright, and the birds wake you up with their cheerful sing-song.
At twenty four, I have had the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. 2017, through its ten cracking months, has been an experience that has shaped me in the best way possible. I brought in the year with my family and best friend, filled with so much love and laughter. I worked through balancing school and work, and met some amazing people along the way. People who have turned into family and my closest friends. I have moved up my learning curve with every class and colleague at university and work. I learned that a mundane job can be fun if you want it to be. I watched a Fedal final live, and felt my heart beat louder than the cheer in the arena. I swooned over Roo Panes’ voice, wrapped in plaid and flip flops. I watched Adele live and cried like a young girl who found and lost her first and true love in that night. I danced to Justin Bieber and belted out Baby at the top of my voice, in a stadium packed with teenage girls. Mid-year, I thought I found my heart. Somewhere in between rethinking love and life, I broke it too. I experimented with bronzers and bright orange lip colour, and felt like a dangerous woman (yas, Ariana). I started checking off my Goodreads list and remembered what it felt like to read and fall in love (over and over again). I woke up one day and drew my first tattoo, and set a date to get inked. I invested in Spotify and sound playlists after my own heart and mind. I learned that you will have your Cinderella moment, and it doesn’t involve a Prince putting a ring on it. It is more so finding your Manolo Blahnik that fits, and shines brighter than a diamond (yes, I found happiness in my shoe closet and there’s no stopping me now). I booked tickets to more concerts next year and looking forward to the packed stadiums and goosebumps.
Through a little bit of this and that, I started a 365-blog: Sun, moon and potatoes. I learned that writing is my safe haven, and that your words (and actions) are your own life lessons. This blog taught me that I am a work-in-progress, and that just like everyone else, I too will have good and bad days. It taught me to accept being let down by myself and others. It taught me that happiness is sought after. It taught me that love takes times, and that family is not formed by blood alone. It taught me that the biggest life lessons are found in the little moments. It taught me that setting boundaries is important too. Most importantly, it taught me that goals can be edited, and no end is ever a dead-end.
Scrolling through Facebook and Instagram feeds, I have spent days overthinking the uncertainty the future holds, and nights wondering what direction my fate will take. Through writing, I learned that our worlds unwind, with the ups and downs of life. That no experience is ever failed but only a lesson for tomorrow. That the bitter seeks out the sweet.
The next two months might be bigger than the year so far, or not. Here’s to looking forward to the mystery and adventure, and the love and laughter; to turning my can’ts into cans and my dreams into plans.
Twenty-four and a half wishes, here’s to watching them come true.