The past year of my life as been the hardest, most trying, most informing year of 23 years on this earth. Not only did it question what I “thought” I knew, but also put in perspective the things that I DON’T. As a Type A personality-control-freak, the past year has been really rough.
Not knowing where or how my life was gonna go (graduating grad school, starting a full-time job, ending a serious relationship and some friendships, navigating new ones, etc., etc.) made me completely overwhelmed. And there were many a night where only pad thai, my bed, and Netflix could solve the problem.
Sometimes life throws you hardships to see how well you can handle them, and other time life throws you a BUNCH of hardships at once to see if you, well, survive. It’s now March, almost a year after I graduated, a year after all the confusing changes I can’t even begin to skim the surface of began. But I celebrated coming out alive in St. Lucia this past week. It was in St. Lucia that I realized how true the saying is that goes “things sometimes have to fall apart to come together.”
And while on a beautiful beach in St. Lucia, with a Pina Colada in my hand, with that guy who ended up back by my side, I felt like I could handle anything else that life decides to throw at me.