A new day!

1^st January 2014. My  clock  was ticking at 26. There was no year I had feared as much, with the what-ifs and could-haves piling by the hour. That being said, I loved my 16-18-21 and sulked all the way till 25, thereafter. 26 on the other hand was a terror. Looking back at my life-plan, I was supposed to be hatching babies by now, with a CEO-nameplate on my desk and a triathlon goldy in my briefcase. Yet here I was/am, single-evaluating my odds on whether to mingle, medal-free and the owner of nothing but this blog which wasn't even my idea in the first place. As for babies- the only ones I know of-certainly don’t belong to me.

They all speak of the climb. As did Miley Cyrus, but then again she was around a decade younger. What most people don't bother to acknowledge, is well, the WAIT. And the wait, I tell you, is way more challenging than the climb. No one ever talks about the season of nothings.. Times in your life that set in like dull wallpaper setting the tone of your house. Awkward moments where you've think you've lost your touch to talk, sketch, love or live. Days that pass by without a story and days that get camouflaged by the excuse of a boring routine.

25 was such a year for me. And a blank would do it justice. Being as restless as could be, I did all the things people could. I started off with Espanol, planned 14 failed adventure trips, saved a bucket-load of money, gained 6 pounds, met all my successful friends by the quarter, and hosted every birthday party feasible. In retrospect, I could say more for the blank, but they are all things irrelevant from a season much too unproductive.

And then the clock struck midnight 26 whole times. And nothing tangible changed. The birthday was good as the calls were numerous and parties aplenty, and I was surrounded by some kind of peace- as I would call it. It was no war cry, more of a tiny trumpet blowing a whistle of change, quiet but distinct, and  definitely unheard of. The moment had to be seized. I called quits for the wait and bought myself a new cell phone online. Booked tickets for the summer without making a plan, started writing for the blog, loving it like my own, and placed bets for my first book by a December, unpublished or otherwise. I also decided it was time for my MBA, and that relationships were not all that horrid. This was a month ago . The climb-stone had been laid on the shadow of my wait.

26 is not so bad after all. Wading through the shallow waters had left me out of touch but eager to reach out for more, and appreciative of the tiny obstacles I was presented with. Before the much happening, unblank blink of the eye my favourite month of the year had passed by. Today I am not skeptical, I am secure, and have resolved to remember the price of nothing and the value if everything. I am going to be optimistic, for even a realist places boundaries on  his desires. And I am going to keep telling myself this over and over again in my head, till I eventually act on it, for believe in it,  I already do. As for this blog, I plan to scribble every thought, draft every feeling, while not necessarily proof-read every sentence.

Resolve is the feeling. resolution the notion and 2014  the year. For the me in you, and the you in me, the wait have better paid off! Yes, It’s gonna be a good year. I can feel it in my bones!