year in review: #3 don’t you worry, child

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#3 don’t you worry child

In the end, kids, there is a plan for you this year, just like there was one last year. One that you can’t really understand or grasp right now. One thing is for sure, sh*t’s gonna happen. So figure out what you want, get ready to fight the good fight, and play the music loud when you can. That iridescent glow at midnight on New Year’s Eve shouldn’t be something you only feel once a year; it should simply feel like all the moments together: everything good that happened to you that year mashed up with everything you overcame.

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As I stared out into the crowd this New Year’s Eve, I felt everything come to a perfect close, I had to admit to myself that despite a difficult year, I had felt this sensation of bliss so many times before. Conclusions began to jump out at me: The happiness had never been exclusive to one place; it hadn’t been bound to concrete, sand, or snow. I had felt it at dinners, cruising the West Coast, on my birthday in a Chinatown apartment, at my computer, at clubs, while running… There was usually music playing and my near and dear were almost always present. For those of you who are single, I must admit that there was never a love interest at play when this feeling came; and for those of you who feel lost, though I was scared sh*tless, with the fear of being lost came this sharp excitement of moving forward anyway, shamelessly and graciously into the unknown. Maybe there is a thrill to being lost. Maybe it is we, the lost, that seem to have a better sense that what lies ahead is always the unknown. Perhaps, we’re the ones that keep the magic of the blank page alive, while everyone else thinks they know what to expect.

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At the end of every story, every year, you should feel this way. Because something beautiful has just ended and the chance of something even better is about to begin. Better because we’re wiser. Better because the farther down the road we get, the more appreciation we carry for the steps we’ve been allowed to take.

So, as the song goes, “Don’t you worry, don’t you worry, child. See heaven’s got a plan for you. 
Don’t you worry, don’t you worry now”

Figure out what you wanted last year. Figure out what you want this year, and for everything that’s holy, make sure to learn savor every minute of it. This is the year you learn to hold on. This is the year you learn to let go. This is the year that we burst.

Subanle, mis paginitas blancas, subanle…

Tone

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About Antonella Saravia

Antonella is a freelance writer. Graduated from Purdue University, Antonella is based out of New York City and Nicaragua, where she was raised. Follow her via Twitter @tonesaravia & Instagram via @tsaravia.

One comment

  1. stephania

    this is the one about me ❤

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