I am entering the first year of the new decade with a heavy heart and a head full of fears. 2019 scarred me, especially the latter half. Why does the latter half of the year always have to do me dirty? First it was 2016 and then 2019.
I’m entering 2020 with my mind and heart longing for the nostalgia of the better days around the time I felt so alive, motivated, and inspired. Before the year ended, I had an introspection, of all the years in the past decade, 2017 & 2018 was the time I felt blissful. There were shitty days yes, but there is no such thing as a year perfectly free from setbacks. That certain period of time was when I felt happy because I was experiencing and achieving things, it was the time when I felt most driven when making art and in pursuing my dreams. Looking back, it was the time when I wasn’t carrying a heavy burden, when I don’t feel like I’m only dragging myself to get up in the morning—I was thriving and I was at peace.
Maybe 2017 was good because 17 is my lucky number, but I knew damn well the answer to why it was the best time of my life. It’s all written in this blogpost, Hey 2017, Thanks. It’s just a bullet form of all the things that happened to me back then but there’s so much more. It was the year I started trying something new, I started journaling and who knew that it would be the best thing ever. It’s a struggle updating it but it gives me so much joy that I find time to do it despite my busy schedule. On the first day of the new decade I find myself looking back at my 2017-2018 entries and I realized what a treasure my journal is. It’s a look book if I want to go back to a certain period of my life and feel what I’ve felt during those times. 2017 was the year where I took initiative and started my artistic endeavors.
I realized that I didn’t have any blogpost about 2018 but I do remember making a bunch of Instagram stories summarizing the highlights of my year and it was fulfilling. It was the year when I improved in journaling and would put extra effort in doing my journal entries. The beginning of the year gave me Lady Bird, The Greatest Showman, and Call Me By Your Name and it made want to really pursue my dream as someone who writes scripts. It was also a fulfilling year in terms of my career, another one of my artwork got accepted as part of UST Central Student Council’s Art Exhibit for Mental Health Awareness, a freelance artist hired me to write engaging write-ups for her products and it really boosted my confidence as a writer, my artwork got shortlisted for a coffee brand’s art contest. I had the best semester of my life (yet), my last semester in Senior High School and honestly it’s kind of bittersweet, it’s unfair how my best semester with my first family in UST is also my last one with them, I graduated Senior High School without honors, I was disappointed but I guess I feel relieved from all the academic stress and pressure and I did tell myself I was going to keep a low academic profile in SHS, take a rest from the four years of academic pressure Junior High School gave me (10th grade was a bitch to my mental health) and prepare for the real storm of my life, college. 2018 was also the year I took a leap of faith and applied for Tiger Media Network, I got in and immediately got offered the position of being an Executive Associate to the Online Media Head just before the year ended.
I know I can’t go back to those days because time will keep running, it won’t wait for me, therefore all I can do is to move forward and cherish all the memories I’ve made in those best years of my life. 2017-2018 truly was the best years of the decade for me and it was because I lived and continued to do art. 2019 was completely devoid of it especially the latter half. I was drowning in academic and extra-curricular work that I didn’t have time for myself—this proves that life is boring and sad without art.