retrospection – Yellywelly

It’s Boxing Day!

I’ve been cocooning since Saturday and it’s been an eye-opening experience. I’ve been able to indulge in introspection and retrospection, which, lately, has been a luxury because I’ve been so busy with the adulting side of life. I’ve been so focused on other things that I’ve actually not had time to think properly — something which I do like to do. I’m an overthinker and it’s a part of me that I actually value, it makes up a large part of my me-ness.

Christmas has always been a season of frantic busy-ness, filled with activities and things to do. I was part of a large Filipino family network and when you’re Filipino, the holiday season goes into hyperdrive in September! But I was always happy and revelled in the frenzy, because I was happy doing things for people I loved — okay, to be fair, I was always happy doing things for other people, whether I had relationships with them or whether they were strangers.

In the recent past, however, I was constantly told that I should stop doing things for people, stop being so open, stop being so giving, stop being too kind, stop working so hard, stop demanding perfection of myself. I was told, essentially, to stop being so ME. The advice was well-meaning but misguided. It came from someone who felt the constant need to protect themselves and close themselves off from people. It was learned protective conditioning because of their childhood trauma. Because I loved this person, and I knew they were only trying to protect me the best way they could, I tried it their way, did what I was told I should do, behave how I should behave. Instead of staying true to myself and finding a way to show them that there was another way to live, I changed how I was because I thought compromise was the best way to show how much I loved them. I thought that I would have the opportunity to teach them that life was best lived opening yourself up to people. Instead I lived in misalignment and the lack of authenticity infected who I was. For a time I didn’t recognise who was looking back at me in the mirror and I lost sight of the goal, to share with them that there was another way.

I realise this isn’t necessarily as cheerful a post as is probably requisite for the season, but bear with me! I’m getting there.

I’ve decided to spend a cosy and completely solo Christmas this year. I wanted to spend time with family, friends and community online, and be on hand to take calls, reply to messages and group chats — thankful for the connectivity that the interweb allows us! I wanted to recharge my peopling reserves because I felt like I was running on fumes. I also wanted to have the time, space and silence to think. And realign. And rediscover the person I was and acquaint myself with the person I was becoming.

I know that the past should never be discounted and my recent past is littered with recriminations and, if I’m honest, a lot of shoulda-woulda-couldas. But while I am desperately sorry for the time I didn’t use to stay true to myself, I have forgiven myself for the decisions made, because while flawed and the decision-making was ultimately deficient, they were made, and there was genuine love involved in making the decisions. Yes, I will have to deal with the consequences of those decisions, maybe for years to come, but I am grateful for the lessons. Because what I’ve learned will make me stronger and it will guide my steps in this ongoing journey. Someone wise said to me recently what burnt you also built you. And that is so true.

There is beauty and perfection in life’s imperfections. It certainly is the negatives that allow us to appreciate the positives more! I am thankful that I am able to have the opportunity to unpack this, and for the gift of luxurious time to think about my life so far.

Standing on the Quezon Avenue platform waiting for the Pasay-bound MRT train was always a scary experience. Once I finally got on the platform, I always chose NOT to be in front, on the edge of the platform, to be right in front of the carriage doors. I was always scared of being pushed off the platform and falling onto the tracks, in the crush of people wanting to get on the train, even if it was into one of the female-only carriages.

There were several occasions were I didn’t even have to walk to get on the train. I was just lifted off my feet and it felt like I magically floated into the carriage. I remember thinking, “Gosh, this was why they said never to wear slippers, flip-flops, or sandals on the MRT.” Because chances are, you’d lose the footwear if it was loose in crowd-crush situations!

There have been so many times in my life where I have allowed myself to take the path of least resistance, where I didn’t resist someone else’s direction, or I didn’t speak up and share my ideas. Because I thought well, blessed are the peacemakers, right? I didn’t express what I wanted to do, because I would be told it wasn’t a good idea, or that what I wanted to do was something I shouldn’t do, or what I wanted to do would cause an argument, or I would just be wasting my time explaining why I wanted to do what I wanted to do, or whatever it is that I wanted to do would be held over my head in some future discussion, my justifications were endless, and I managed to talk myself out of standing ground and expressing myself.

In hindsight, of course, I know I should’ve had the courage to express my convictions. I should’ve been more considerate of MY own feelings. I should’ve been honest about my thoughts and feelings. I could counter that by saying that when I was honest about my feelings and what I wanted to do, these things were always held against me in future discussions.

There will always be regret for the lost opportunities to be honest and forthright. There will always be regret in passed-on opportunities to stand one’s ground. These are always painful recriminations. But the past is the past. My decisions were made and the actions I took were based on what I thought or felt was best at the time. They may not have been the right decisions, but nevertheless, what has been done has been done. Actions in the past cannot be undone. One can only deal with the consequences of the actions.

Sometimes there is wisdom in following the path of least resistance. Then there are times when you have to “go against the tide”. I feel like I’m in a period of going against the tide – because I’m forging my own path, making my own way and truly deciding what to do with my future, without anyone else controlling me or my environment. I am downright terrified! But at the same time, it has been an exhilarating experience because I finally get to do what I want to do. Sure, if I make the wrong choices, there will be consequences, and, in some cases, the consequences can be catastrophic. But that’s okay. I find it far easier to face the consequences of my actions, rather than facing the consequences of actions I was made to take alone and without support. It is far easier to be answerable to oneself and one’s God, knowing that you made the decisions that led to the consequences.