The past year has been a balance of struggles and merry-making. I have learned so, so much and yet here I am still questioning my own maturity. I guess this chapter of my life is all about the whirlwind ups and down of my decision-making. I would like to think I am wise enough but everything I do is always too risky. Everything was a gamble, either black or white, yes or no. I was told I was nonchalant because I could never fall too hard. But that wasn’t true. The truth is, I just prefer to hold unto things but whenever I lose them, my mind’s set to think it was never meant for me. When bridges are burnt, I make sure they were burnt down to ashes. Which I supposed is what makes me so immature.
I have always known that I love organizing. But I never knew how much I am obsessed with it until I organized our doll’s first birthday party celebrated last May! I guess that’s the highlight of my year: From listing down themes (with my mom scratching out Tim Burton and Goth at the choices), looking for suppliers who could accommodate my weird demands, setting dates which could be convenient for guests and looking for venues that could fit the theme I picked and the ambience I was hoping for. We ended up doing a Wonderland theme. I picked the cake’s color and flavor. And I was the one who picked all the colors of the balloons in the ceilings to the front door. And you know what? I couldn’t wait for her next birthday party.
The past year little Demon came into our lives. I bought my almost eight years old dog to the pet shop, hoping they’d give her a groom. But the veterinarian told me my dog is having babies. I was beyond shock. She couldn’t be. I never even noticed. About a month later, I had to take her to the veterinarian again because she’s giving birth to two litters. Sadly, the other one didn’t make it. But we took her back home and this time with a sweet rascal. My two little cousins decided the pup’s name would be Demon. And few weeks after, living up to his name, he was already a mischievous little destroyer. He was not a pure breed Shih Tzu like his mother. Nevertheless, we love him a lot.
We also put up a small business. I really enjoyed having that little shop. One morning I woke up and thought that maybe it’s a good idea. The next thing I know we’re looking for suppliers, asking people for opinions, wandering around for location up to buying the units. I am beyond grateful to the acquaintances and professionals who helped us while we were starting. We are beyond clueless on what lies ahead but we’re too excited to back out. And this coming February marks one year of our little shop. We are already contemplating over closing it for good because we have other priorities now. I will miss that shop. I guess the money we earned and lost isn’t what truly mattered. Because of that shop, someone dear to me realized what his goals truly are and that reaching them mattered most. And I guess that’s the best we could gain from all of these.
I could not believe it’s 2015 already. Every memory of the past year seems to be at haze. I remember walking down the fields to teach our doll to walk. And when she finally learned how to, she would always want to walk by herself. And those times we fetch P from his classes at afternoons and we would buy ice-creams on our way home. I remember the late night stroll around the park as we buy midnight snacks at convenient stores. The first time we visited the beach altogether, we tried to catch the fishes by hand and how stupid is that? There had been so many firsts that happened last 2014 and yet I know there is more surprises to come our way. Hopefully, beautiful surprises. I am beyond grateful that I had been able to experience these. Thank you, 2014. You have changed me, my life, in more ways than one. We committed few mistakes here and there. But I think we became a lot more cautious of our actions now.