So this year was…a lot of things.
Trying to wrap my head around all the things I learned and did and endured and gained and lost. So many things.
So, I’ll just focus on the one thing I’m really glad is happening: being me again.
I’ve tweeted about this, so if you follow me on twitter, this will be a little repetitive.
It’s been a stressful year to say the least, mainly financial. And I’m exhausted from talking about it, let alone living it.
Being so poor and so obsessed with income really made me miserable and fucking humorless. I remember being in college and being so hilarious even as my family was falling apart and I was drowning in the darkness of clinical depression.
It was almost to mock the horrors going on in my life.
Fast forward 19 years and this year was so serious and so unfunny. It’s been a blur of activity and loss.
The one event that I really remember starting the shift that was someone tweeting an encouraging to me when I desperately needed it.
I was annoyed and tired over having my room flood. I was displaced to this other house they owned for two weeks. The owners promised me having rent be reduced for my trouble. I unfortunately didn’t have renters’ insurance (like I do now).
Here was the annoying rub: the conversation at the first of the month had a different message than I had had the previous month.
I needed to pay full rent. The reason was I didn’t live elsewhere and I had prevented them from renting the room–a room they offered to give me.
I had gotten about $60 bucks off or something like that. I was so pissed.
So I had tweeted out this grown over an astrological transit (“Ugh” was all I said), and they tweeted as if they exactly knew how the old me would want to hear it: pro-me and definitely, and defiantly, anti-stupid idiots.
That moment was a little bit like looking in the mirror of the plucky girl I used to be back in college. I needed that grit, with that steely edge of sardonic humor, which had all served me so well during my 20s.
For that moment, I’ll forever be grateful because it felt like a little bit of light was shoved into this box of darkness I was sitting in.
It was so great to have someone be on my side, and I didn’t have to explain anything.
Also this year, I also started being around friends with Aquarians, or people had strong Aquarian energy–like the two best friends I had in college.
I started laughing my ass off. I started laughing over stupid shit, like I used to.
And then, just this past month, I saw this woman, laughing crying over her life:
2017 in a nutshell pic.twitter.com/lTQNVaQ99H
— matthew (@drugcravings) November 17, 2017
This would be me and my Aquarian best friend in college. I started laughing crying, too. We would call it “The Place” where we would just be kind of crazy and silly–basically in hysterics.
Watching that video, I knew that I was mostly back.
In between the time I had my room flood on January 30th and now, I’ve been able to have a sort of OK business for myself, and I have friends that I regularly talk to now. They may be geographically far away, but they exist, and we support each other–Aquarians and Pisceans, just like college.
The children of winter have kept me warm with heavy blankets of kindness and laughter.
But here’s where all the joy went–into chronic stress. Specifically, it’s the stress of not knowing how you’re going to pay for bills. It can erode any joy that you can have.
You get so laser-focused on applying for jobs, fundraising, dealing with the fallout of losing things and housing instability, there’s little room for fun, for laughs, for levity, for a breath. Even when you’re on vacation or away, it’s still in the back of your mind.
I have ping-ponged back and forth over the abyss of despair for years, and this summer, when I got my first two major clients, I was able to get some stability. And that was all due to a friend who was able to connect me to clients, along with other resources that I have barely tapped into.
Anytime I thank them, which is often, they reply, “No problem!”
I’m often blown away by the generosity of relative strangers. I’ve received crazy blessings that have left me speechless, amazing readings, wonderful advice, understanding, and support.
So although I was steering the ship back to the familiar shores of my laughter and mirth, I got a push back in March and then things just kept going in the right direction.
I’m almost ready to throw down my anchor and welcome myself back home.
So what’s ahead? Work-wise, the grind of marketing and prospecting. I feel like 2018 will bring some more stability to my financial life–and it will be because I worked hard for it (sounds like Capricorn season is in full swing!).
Today (December 22nd), I decided to take a long Twitter break because I feel like things are shifting energetically and I need to pay attention to the shift. I’ve seen three close friends leave that space in a matter of months. It’s given me a huge pause. I need to seek my life outside of that box–and let life seek me.
Everything else? The Universe has been incessantly bothering me about one thing for months, but there’s nothing I can do about it except to continue to seek guidance, to be grateful for the signs, and to be patient.
I hope you all say goodbye to 2017 in style, because it’s been one dumpster fire of a year. I hope that something went right this year, something that you’re proud of, something that gave you some hope, something that was good and nourishing to your soul.
It’s been so tough, but I’m so glad I’m still here.
Happy New Year! Thank you for reading!
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