First of November

By in

“November 1: I think I need to take it easier on myself.”

My tickler is full of reminders I give myself on red-letter holidays; reminders I don’t usually follow because I either forget, or I don’t follow my own advice.  On my birthday, I reminded myself to quit smoking.  Valentine’s Day, I reminded myself to take it easy on the drink.  A friend had to lay it on me on this red-letter day: I take too much joy in self-mortification.  It seems that I’m at my best when I’m depressed.  Although it’s what she said afterward that really hit hard: what would I become at my worst?

It’s the first of November, and everywhere I see changes, mostly from my friends who are more than willing and able to change their lives for the better.  A friend underwent surgery to lose weight.  An acquaintance voluntarily entered a rehab program.  Still another friend gave up her career to pursue her dreams of becoming a doctor.  Oh sure, I’ve gone through many changes, but I still can’t stand to look at that face in the mirror.

Life has to mean more than the slow – if not sudden – progression towards death.  I’m only 24 years old, but I put myself into perspective.  I could very well be breathing with one lung.  Maybe I’m metabolizing with one dysfunctional lobe of my liver.  Maybe my eyes and nerves degenerating faster than what the doctors surmised; no thanks to every vice and addiction deemed acceptable by society.  Maybe I am taking it too hard on myself at times.  All the time.

That would have been okay, if only I highlight and underscore reasons to live life to the fullest, more than I do reasons to live it at its barest minimum.  Life doesn’t stop short of reasons – and people who bear those reasons – for me to look forward to the next day.

In time, I think I’ll be able to give up a lot of the things that drag me down, pull myself back together, and set my life back into the straight and narrow.  It’s a good thing I gave myself room to make as clean a slate as possible, where I can put my life back into order and make something of it.  Maybe there’s an avenue where I can really try my very best at.

It’s November 1, where we usually remember the dead.  I guess for now, I have to remember living.

8 comments on “First of November”

    • jam
    • November 1, 2009

    Really, really liked this 🙂

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    Early quarter life crisis. Don’t worry things will get better. Hugz.

    • tina
    • November 2, 2009

    i haven’t been following all of your posts, but of all the ones i’ve read, this one seems to be the most earnest. 🙂 you do sound a bit like you’re whining, but you also sound like you’re challenging yourself… kudos to the latter. ^^

    i tend to enjoy self-mortification myself, so i sort of know what you mean. it gets old pretty quickly; there’s only so much blame you can lay on yourself. sometimes you need to relax, loosen up a bit. it’s good that you took time out to reflect… it’s better that you have friends who are willing to drag you out of yourself. 🙂

    i dunno why, but i remembered virginia woolf’s essay about that moth who struggled before dying. i guess this piece has some note of struggle in it somewhere… a struggle against entrenched habits? against stagnation? against lethargy? maybe i’m reading too much into it. in the end, i’m glad this isn’t a typical november 1 post. hooray for redemption (if you could call it that ^^).

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    I like whining, LOL.

    Anyway thanks for the positive response. I just despise long weekends for the reflection that’s in it. 😀

    • tina
    • November 2, 2009

    so it’s official: you’re a whiner. *lol* kidding. 🙂 yeah, whining is fun. and wallowing, too. can’t indulge too much in either though. XD

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      Yep, whining is temporary. After you whine, you redeem. 🙂

    • tina
    • November 2, 2009

    “after you whine, you redeem.” i’ll remember that. ^^ quotable quote? hehe.

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    As always, great writing

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