2013 was a strange year for me.
There were a lot of ups — like traveling to five foreign countries and eating things like coagulated pig blood on a stick — but the swing to the other direction was just as far. My sister was diagnosed with breast cancer, I injured myself more than I can count, and I’ve struggled with a marriage that didn’t last.
I’ve been anticipating the new year, thinking that 2014 would cancel out the negatives of the year before.
But here’s the truth of it: 2013 wasn’t really that bad. I traveled more than I’ve ever traveled before — with pals like Melissa Chang and Racie Botelho — to countries from Taiwan to Amsterdam. I’ve met incredible people, doubled my freelance reach, and did things like surf in Costa Rica and climb to the top of the Eiffel Tower that were on my proverbial bucket list. I even ran (kinda) the Honolulu Marathon.
2013 was a year of change. I stopped drinking as much Diet Coke. I fractured my shin. And, after 12 years, I officially retired from volunteering with the Cherry Blossom Festival.
And to be honest, none of it was bad — at least in hindsight.
Sure, at the time, much of what I had gone through was difficult and there were times I thought things weren’t going to get better. But somehow — and I credit awesome friends who love to eat and a mom who bakes me whatever I’m craving — I got through.
One of my dear friends told me once that we aren’t given anything in life we can’t handle. It’s not the easiest thing to believe when you’re right in the middle of it. But it sure makes sense after, when you can look back at the mess you’ve manage to wade through and see that not only did you survive, you’re probably better off for it, too.
That’s how I’m approaching 2014. I’m just going to take it as it comes and keep moving forward. What happened last year is done. I can’t fix it, I can’t change it, I can only accept it and keep moving.
And a few bottles of wine may help, too.