life in technicolor

For most college students, the recess between fall and spring is meant to follow what bears do during the winter months, hibernate. It's the time for rest and relaxation, when you go home, and move the stresses of classes aside for some much deserved family time. Some, like me, hate family time as it brings along new stresses like where is my personal space? why do I have to wake up so early? and my personal favorite, why is my family so annoying?
It's also a good time to reflect on what you've accomplished the past few months, however, the accomplishment only seems relevant to myself. Through all the heartbreak we suffer, and all the trials and lessons we seem to learn in the end..
I couldn't help but wonder, does it really matter?

As growing adults, we set our lives apart from others. Every emotion, every setback and triumpth means the world to us, while it seems minuscule to others. Our worries are other people's distractions. Life lessons come and go, and the best is still yet to come.. that's what I hear. In college, we're forced to think about the future, our career, our love life, and where we might see ourselves in 10 years. In high school, we want the adult life, and in college, we become afraid of adult life. Are we simply afraid to grow up?
Life appears to be filled with choices, from jobs to classes we choose to take. What happens when we think we've made the wrong choice? If given a simple chance to hit reset, or start over, could we.. or should we? Do we accept the mistake like most say and just move forward. Or? If given the chance to take two steps back and fix them, should we? In life, is it ever ok to hit restart in the fear we'll end up in game over?

smile. back to the start.

Sweet sentimental times of packed streets, bordered houses, and glistening decorations that fill offices, schools, and everything in between. It's the time of Christmas, and for some slightly cynical scrooge-like citizens, we hate it. For what it brings, ill-mannered children, transparent joy, and the sudden urge to show your love, with a pricetag attached. What most people forget is the holidays bring people together, and that that is more precious than people will choose to acknowledge. Perhaps the best gift of all we can give ourselves is to look back on how far we've come since last Christmas.. and discover the change we've made. We're new people, new situations, and maybe for some, new settings. There's new people in our lives, and new experiences which include the perfect and imperfect ones, but looking back and realizing those experiences have shaped us into who we are today should give us optimism that next year, like the timeless songs "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas", your troubles next year will be miles away.
With the dying pain of a broken heart and broken trust, I start anew once again. This time, ready to forgive those who wronged me and instead of holding grudges, look forward. And while for some, the best option seems to make plans to take a step back into familiar territory, those strong enough can find the strength to make due and make plans to step forward. Jump.

As the year of 2009 comes quickly to a close, I look back thinking of all the good this year brought. I recovered from loss, moved myself forward and fell a few times, but never gave up. I found a new self. success, money, and work. I found love.

So what the next year brings remains unknown, however, it's comforting that if all of what I have found this year can be refound again. This time even better than before. Taking the dive again. Here's to the future.