January 2018 will be over in six and a half days and it failed to be the big bang month of greatness I (and society) wants it to be.
I’ve been stuck in a funk these past few weeks. Emotionally challenging situations keep popping up and the internal turmoil that follows is omnipresent. I also failed to accomplish some of the goals I set for myself this month and disappointing oneself is probably the worst feeling of all.
These gray clouds have been incredibly difficult to deal with as I generally live life on the bright side. My coping mechanism has always been to avert my eyes and focus on what’s good and golden but this time, the clouds are too hefty that they’re all over the place. This time there’s no escape and I’m learning to be grateful for this growing experience that taught me that the only way out is to go through, and not around, the deep dark tunnel.
is the answer, I realized, as I came across the famous optical illusion of a duck that is also a rabbit one evening.
We expect too much from January. Everyone preaches that in order to have a fantastic year, you must have the best start. I realized that though this thinking has its merits, it distracts us from the fact that we still have eleven more months: three hundred thirty four more chances to try again, to have the best day ever, and to have the “day when everything changed”.
I do want to make 2018 the best year (so far), and this funky January will be the perfect starting point. When one’s at the bottom, the only direction one could go is up, hopefully better informed, better armed, and more prepared to handle the funks of life.