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2022, an unexpected milestone

There were many highlights in 2022 – spending quality time with family and friends, going to my official post-university graduation ceremony, witnessing friends get engaged and married, being the most active I’ve ever been, exploring the deserts and canyons in America’s national parks, and teaching a first-grade class full-time. Then, there were the smaller moments in between that I appreciated like hiking among mountains, whizzing through forests and smelling the ocean air on my bike, finding rest in my trail runs, reuniting with high school friends for our ten-year high school anniversary, chatting for hours on a friend’s couch, eating barbeque at the beach, visiting islands, and watching the first snow fall of the year through my window. And of course, with the highlights came the lowlights. These challenged me to stick to my values and to cling onto my faith.

Although a lot happened throughout 2022, I found myself comparing to other peoples’ highlights and milestones when the end of the year drew near, especially to those who seemed to be farther along than I was despite us being the same age. It made me question whether I was doing “enough” in my life or if I should be doing more – traveling more, going out more, making more friends, making more money, and so on. I even looked through my calendar to see what I did and where I hadn’t been doing the “more” that I felt like I should have. While critically scrolling through my day-to-day events though, I noticed that many of the memorable moments I made this past year involved conversations with others. The opportunity to converse with first grade students, other elementary students, young adults in their 20s, friends my age, those who are thinking of getting engaged, those who are entering married life, mentors who are in their 40s, parents, other older, retiring adults, and the death of a friend has given me a broad spectrum of how people perceive life (e.g., time, priorities), which has now shaped my perception of life too. Sadness comes and goes as happiness does. Entering a new relationship, hitting milestones and “new” life stages, career struggles, triumphs, and all the exciting moments we look forward to as well as the moments of heartbreak, disappointment, anxiety, or embarrassment that we dread all come and go very quickly, in a moment’s time. What mattered in the past may not seem to excite or worry us the same way it might now, and what we anticipate longingly for in the future will soon enough present themselves with new struggles and triumphs. While a first grader may complain that a month until Christmas is too long to wait for or that becoming a second grader feels like it will take forever, a parent is likely scrambling to finish running all their errands before a day ends. A young adult may deem the number of friends to be the most important, but an immigrant in their 40s to 60s may view that as less of a problem than how they can even make new friends again. Those in their 20s may dream about getting married to the love of their life and envy those who are in relationships, while some couples might be struggling to maintain the initial spark or with keeping their marriage from falling apart. This means that what what each of us fear, celebrate, and consider important differ because we see the world with the limited knowledge of where we are at in life and who we are as a person during that moment in time. The grass will always seem greener elsewhere, whether that’s the past or future. We are human beings who are quick to forget: we judge those younger than we are to be immature because we have forgotten how much of life hasn’t been experienced yet when we were that age ourselves, we idolize those who have “made it” in life without understanding how difficult their journey might have been, or we get caught up in the moment over the obstacles that we face  and compare them to other peoples’ experiences. However, all obstacles are valid because they are unique and personal to the individual and hence, all milestones no matter the time frame in which they are achieved in should be treated the same.

Perhaps, it is this kind of comparison game that drives us to associate hitting certain milestones during a specific time frame, such as being well-traveled, achieving our goals, and being a part of many social events and gatherings, with “having a good year.” While those factors do contribute to a year well spent, I wonder if such evaluation is the only kind of evaluation we should consider. What about questions like “Did I experience contentment this year?” “Am I content with life despite not being where I want to be yet?” “Did I like who I was this year?” and “Do I find meaning in how I had spent my time?” Maybe what we really long for isn’t the next milestone, a new relationship status, reaching the pinnacle of the corporate ladder, gaining a larger social network, or having newer and bigger and better things but to be told that we are exactly where are meant to be. This doesn’t mean that we should discount effort, ambition, or goal setting; rather, it is to step back from comparing our progress with other peoples’ progresses and to change the way we view what makes a year meaningful. Maybe you weren’t as productive as you had anticipated to be, you are working on the same goal you have been working on in the past few years, or you felt like you backtracked in a certain area of your life. However, would that make the year you just lived meaningless?

Ups and downs are sure to happen each year, so to measure the success of our years solely in terms of the increase of things, statuses gained, and milestones reached would not be fair. Who are we independent of the ups and downs that inevitably happen each year? Are we making the most of what we have and do not have in this moment in time? Are we confident stepping into whatever is waiting for us ahead being the person who we have developed to become or are currently? Or will we lose ourselves playing the game that we’re all trying to win at – the game of success – and forget that the real game starts when we value the path we are currently on?

When I consider these questions, I see 2022 differently. Instead of analyzing my year against the common checkpoints, I tried to think about my personal development instead. This was a year I (finally) felt more confident and comfortable in my own skin. It made all the highlights that happened this year even better, the lowlights more bearable, and the moments in between more special. I was happy when I jammed to a good song in the corner of a room by myself at a party, I valued the time I got to spend with myself as much as I did with others, and I felt proud of myself when I saw progress in things I have been working on. I have been the one who has been with me all along, whether it be going to weddings of dear friends, to different schools for work, on long runs, waiting in between events, sitting in traffic… I showed up for myself – in the past and present. I used to wrestle with being an emotional person too, but after accepting the fact that perhaps, having strong emotions comes with embracing the present moment, I’ve also learned to lean into them. Feeling more comfortable in my own skin is a change that had felt insignificant when I first acknowledged it, but when I think back to my twelve-year-old self, I remember the girl who used to think that it would be near impossible to ever get here – to like herself for who she is – and I acknowledge that I have come a long way. The previous years made up of day-to-day moments which had seemed mundane and ordinary were, in retrospect, never truly mundane or ordinary. The friends who grew up with me and loved me in the mess, the quarrels with loved ones, the sleepless nights, the wrestling inside my mind, and the endless stream of journal writing which became my therapy are all puzzle pieces that had to happen over the past fifteen years to complete the bigger picture. God has been and is gracious in the way He is healing me. The seventh grade me wouldn’t have understood all this back then, but she would be relieved to see how everything is turning out.

Dear 2022, you are one of the biggest milestones in my life.

2020, a year of God’s sovereignty

2020 was a year of unexpected happenings. I had envisioned a comfortable year, but what transpired were events that could not be foreseen: a global pandemic hit, the dynamics of some of my friendships shifted, and studying to become a teacher challenged and stretched me in ways I did not anticipate. I struggled with an ocean of emotions and wrestled with a million questions throughout this period of time. However, looking back now, each of these events revealed to me a new thought that collectively pointed me towards God’s character.

When COVID-19 hit in March, not only were social interactions suddenly prohibited due to lockdown, but it affected the way we knew life. Routines had to be adapted to adhere to safety guidelines and downtimes were either spent quietly at home or out in the natural world rather than in regular social spaces. It was as if the world took a pause. The standstill was suffocating at times, but it forced humanity to rest. As a result, these questions came to my mind: What is the purpose to life if busyness is removed from our lives? What are humans without productivity? Prior to the pandemic, I had always been “too busy” to spend time with God. Distractions or a feeling of hurriedness would usually deceive me to move onto the next thing on my to-do list, but the sudden abundance of time allowed me to ruminate. Finally, I was brought to the conclusion what the pandemic only emphasized: God is the purpose to life and humans are worthy not because of productivity, but simply because we are created and loved by Him.

While the state of the physical world was strange, my personal world had also turned upside down. What I thought would remain constant changed, and what I worried would change stayed the same. I read the book of Job to gain insight on how Job dealt with the turn of events in his life. I did not find the answer to my questions by the end of the book, but I did learn three things: nothing that happens goes unfiltered through God’s hands; it’s okay to not know the answers; and the process is the point, as most growth tends to happen during the process of our suffering. To this day, I still do not understand what purpose the shift in my friendships served. I can only hold onto the assurance that they did not occur outside of God’s knowledge.

The third way in which 2020 took me by surprise were the obstacles that I faced during my short and long practicums. I felt the most hopeless I had ever felt, questioned my future, saw how weak my faith is amid trouble, and learned more about who I am through my reactions to situations. I recognized how prideful, selfish, ignorant, and ugly my core self can be. It was an eye-opening and frightening experience. Had I never noticed? As being my own saviour was impossible, God came to be mine. In my disfigured and broken state, He came to my rescue by remolding me. I had to start by changing my ways of thinking, then my habits, which then led to my actions. The process, like peeling off an old skin to put on a new one, was difficult but my God had the ability to transform me with His strength.

2020 was undoubtedly one of the most difficult years; yet, it is one which I strongly believe displays God’s sovereignty. No one could have predicted or controlled the events in 2020 nor will anyone be able to do so for 2021. However, this only makes more evident the supreme power that God possesses. We were never in control of our lives anyways. He is the King who holds the scepter for now and for forever and we are to be brought low in humility.

Romans 5:3-5 and Isaiah 55:8-9 are verses that became a running theme for me this past year. The former one reminds me that none of our sufferings go to waste, while the latter one reminds me of my place in relation to God’s:

“Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.”– Romans 5:3-5

“‘For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,’ declares the Lord. ‘As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.’”– Isaiah 55:8-9

Phil Wickham’s song, Battle Belongs, is also my song of the year. The battles I faced which had seemed impossible to overcome were only overcame because of the One who was fighting them for me. Instead of doing more in my own efforts, I learned to “fight on my knees.”

Despite the challenges of 2020, there were still many highlights that marked my year. I got to spend much time with my family, outdoors on my patio, writing, exploring the beauty of Vancouver through hikes and walks, eating homecooked meals, and building both new and old friendships. I am grateful for the health and safety of my friends and family members and for the lessons I learned through God’s grace.

2020 marks the end of a chapter for me. I have completed my years as a student and am about to embark on a new career. In addition, hearing about my friends’ engagement plans, and seeing some of them get engaged and married has been hitting me how fast the process of growing up is. I feel a mixture of curiosity, excitement, uncertainty, and nostalgia starting 2021 – curiosity for what is to come, excitement for the stories yet to unfold, uncertainty for the obstacles I will face, and nostalgia for the days I am leaving behind… Suddenly, life feels like it is moving very fast.

I hope that I will carry with me the reminders that direct me towards God’s sovereignty while I move into the unknowns of this year with courage, resilience, and discipline. May our 2021s be a year of fresh beginnings, growth despite discomfort, truth in love, and gratitude.

The Beginning of an End

One thing that I love about watching movies is getting to ruminate on the different narratives they present. Recently I’ve been reflecting on the idea of “starting over” while watching the drama, Start-Up. In the drama, the male lead recounts the times when “the wind has become a storm,” times when his mistakes have grown to become life burdens.

When I was younger, I remember imitating the erasing of a blackboard whenever I said the wrong thing or made a mistake. It signified “starting over” for me and eased my perfectionist mind to think that things were “back to the way they were.” This made sense to me at the time, but as I grew older, I went through events that I could no longer pretend never happened. While some were easier to push aside, others remained as lingering thoughts that affected my perspectives and decisions thereafter. As a result, I tried avoiding mistakes altogether. I thought that if I didn’t make any mistakes, I wouldn’t have to erase anything.

The truth is, you and I are fallen humans and therefore, are bound to make mistakes. Maybe we couldn’t control the turn of events, we didn’t know any better, or we knew the right choice but still made the wrong one due to a lack of courage or added pressure. Unfortunately, we cannot retrace our steps to the past and change what was lived. I was brought back to this difficult conclusion when I watched the male lead in the drama grieve for what he lost. I almost felt like he was expressing the inner turmoil that I wish I could put into words at times. The grievance to change the past can be a burden to carry. Nonetheless, he was willing to “start over” and pursue what he wanted afterwards. He didn’t settle for complacency but for a second chance. It was inspiring to watch him work to create a different ending.

“Starting over” or resetting can take many forms: it can be taking on a new mindset, pursuing the same goal but with an alternative method, or rerouting and taking a new path altogether. It can require an additional investment of time or effort, and it can feel like a waste of time. However, I am learning to trust God with my “start-overs,” to acknowledge that He never wastes anything. I am learning to perceive destruction as sometimes necessary for the successful rebuilding of something else and that when so, I can still be within His plan.

This is a reminder for both you and I: It’s okay to grieve and wrestle with our past, but we must learn to eventually reconcile with it and with ourselves. Each day is a new chance at life. We can choose to either keep circling in our regrets or to pick ourselves back up and move forward. The present is worth living for, and there is still a chance to change the ending or if not, to create a new one. An alternate path may end up being something we never knew we needed, or it could be a different kind of beautiful, right?

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