In a few hours, we’ll be traveling back to Manila from Pangasinan. It’s been a lovely experience celebrating the New Year in a different place and with different people (though they are not strangers!), and I think this was a great start for a new year.
Usually, I think of a theme for the year which I’ll strive to stay in line with, but it often comes to me in the middle of the chaos already. However, this year, I’ve decided that this will be a year of risks.
Yes, it’s not the most comfortable theme, nor the most positive one, but I think there’s a lot of growth that comes with taking risks.
I’ve always thought of myself to be strong and brave, but I think there’s a lot of fear that I just don’t label as such because I avoid it rather than acknowledge even the existence of it. It’s a very good defense mechanism, yes, especially in staying true to what you are, fitting social norm or deviating from it, but I think defenses–if too high–only imprisons a person rather than make it a safe zone for one to leave later and explore more of the world. In April, I’ll be 30 years old, and I think it’s time to step out of that wall for a while. I don’t have to destroy it because it’s also good to have that defense ready when it gets overwhelming outside. Just for breathing, just for reflecting.
Anyhow, what risks will I do for this year?
Let’s start with a dream: solo travel.
This one is particularly risky for women, because fuck, that’s just how the world is for us with boobs and vaginas, and I’ve always been quite dependent on able friends when venturing a new place and socializing, so I wanna see how I’ll fare on my own. I think traveling with someone is awesome as well, so I want to see if solo travel is for me, too. Let’s see how much I’ll grow being completely on my own in a foreign land. 🙂
I already have a list of goals for this year, and I’ll probably share it some other time (maybe tomorrow? haha). I just hope to check them all before 2019 enters.