While sketching out plans for 2016, I had to stop for a minute and reflect on 2015. Too often do we as a pre-programmed society judge our success based on how much fiat-dollar currency we have accumulated.
So, how was your year, mate?
To say that the way that someone answers this question defines their character is a close to spot on statement, but not precisely on-point. The correct analysis of character lies with that individual's state of mind at the time they gave you the answer. You can find plenty wrong with your year if you are looking for it. Just the idea of me reflecting on the darker points of my year gives me a sick feeling in my stomach that is not at all pleasant in experience. By reflex, I want to tell you about what a great year 2015 was for me, so that is what I will do.
*I quit smoking cigarettes.
*I quit my full-time retail management job of 3+ years.
*I made the claim that I will never work for a large scale corporation ever again.
*I was informed by a family member, on the last day that I saw him before moving away, that I would “live to eat those words like a fool.”
*I laughed many-a-time at his, deadly serious, comment.
*Leaving New York and relocating to New Mexico, I traveled across the country in the pursuit of happiness.
*I discovered ‘green chile.’ (Not to be confused with ‘chili’)
*I wrote my first novel, Future Winds.
*I learned what it means to be a successful writer and, ironically, it’s not all writing.
*I got married to the love of my life.
*I got to see my parents. They made the trip out to Las Vegas for the wedding. I do not see them often.
*I wrote Emotive.
*I published my first novel.
*I destroyed myself over minor issues with Future Winds.
*I rebuilt myself.
*I ate a lot of pizza.
I may have drained my savings account dry, thus forcing myself to sell my beloved BMW, but I have to say again that life is not about the money. My parents once said that they were happier poor than they ever were when they had money. That always stuck with me. Though my parents went above and beyond to give me and my siblings everything we needed growing up, most of our lives were spent living well-below the American poverty line. Now at the age of twenty-seven, I look back on my 2015 which was spent, financially, much like my youth and you know what? Like my younger years, my 2015 was mostly happy. No longer does the answer to my success lie in the accumulation of a fiat-dollar currency.
In the end, it was a big year for me and, more importantly, it was a good year for me in terms of redefining myself and moving forward towards bettering who I am as a human being.
So, what about you? How was your year, mate?