One year, and a lifetime.
The only and most important lesson – Learning to walk away.
I have been raised conservatively. I have been raised as a child who is seen, not heard. A child who would never amount to anything. A child who settled, because the present was the best it was ever going to get.
And then one day, I grew up. Faced the fear of being rejected, of being not good enough and got the fuck out of a bunch of self-flagellating shit.
It’s another matter that I went back to some of them. Old habits die hard. But at the end of a year of about a century of growing old – the one thing I’m taking away, quite literally, is my self respect.
I made mistakes. I got out of them.
I was hurt. I got my revenge.
I was being imposed upon. I pushed back.
Above all, I learnt to start saying no.
It could have gone worse.