2017 was special, not in an ‘every year is special because it makes you’ kind of way, but in a ‘transforms a person so she can’t be the same ever again’ way. I got a tattoo with my sister. I had many many…many psychological breakdowns that I never thought I would make through, forget recover from. I had hands to hold while walking through them, hands that changed but were there relentlessly. Sometimes I sat alone under trees while the breakdown passed. But that must mean an increase in capacity?
I quit my job and became an independent consultant. I am living with the perks of it: the freedom to choose work, working hours, and location for most parts. And dealing…learning to deal with the downsides of being a freelancer…no income certainty, no work hours, and the loneliness of working from home. So underrated.
I stitched. Realized it’s not worth my time. Almost cartwheeled. Traveled to bucket list places. Broke a camera lens. Was broke. So broke. Helped set up an art and learning festival in Goa. Lived in Goa for a month, through sun and rain. Got eve teased in Goa. Met such kind people they almost healed the burns, insecurities given to me by my previous boss.
In 2017, for the first time, I went to a comedy festival and laughed so hard I had to pee.
- Read beautiful books.
- Wrote a lot.
- Didn’t write much.
- Lived with my parents. Colored my head red. Started medication.
- Learned to drive a car. Drove so much. Took my female family out for a drive at 12 am in Amravati.
- Celebrated Goldie’s first birthday.
- Lost people I love. Forever. Cried on a foot-path. Hugged friends so tight it hurt.
- I went on a solo trip.
- Drank and cried. Drank and laughed. Got compliments, gave compliments.
- But in 2017, for the first time ever, I made a home. And lost it.