It’s the night of Christmas Eve here in Taiwan. In less than twelve hours, we will be celebrating yet another Christmas. In a week, we will be saying goodbye to yet another year and ushering in the next one.
Time keeps moving and doesn’t look back. So much has changed for us in a year. Last Christmas, we were still in the U.S. We flew to Chile to celebrate the holiday with friends that we had met in Thailand and who had just moved to Chile that summer. They were in the throes of a challenging adjustment and transition period in Chile, just as we have been here in Taiwan this year. We were happy to see each other again, excited by the prospect of adventures to come in the new year.
This past summer, we embarked on a new adventure of our own by moving to Taiwan. Now we’re already settled and feeling a bit disillusioned by what we’ve seen and experienced after less than six months. My husband is working too much and too hard, and I’m not working enough or hard enough. My son is the only one who’s thriving and growing and finding his place here.
On this Christmas Eve, I’m missing my family and friends. I wish for them all the health, love, and happiness in the world. And despite the challenges of the past few months, I feel incredibly fortunate and grateful for this life of mine and for all that I have, especially my family. I don’t need any material gifts; I already have everything I need.
I’m full of hope (again) for the upcoming year. I am determined to achieve as much as possible of what my heart desires. I resolve not to let my own fears and doubts get in the way. I resolve not to allow laziness and excuses distract me. I want to continue to live life to the fullest, with a purpose. I want to continue to challenge myself, grow, and improve myself.
And I wish for everyone the same–to be surrounded by loved ones, to be healthy and happy, and to be able to continue to strive for and work towards realizing their dreams, whatever they may be.
“Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.”
–Langston Hughes, “Dreams”