2015 was a year like no other; it broke me, challenged me, and led me to a new way of life. It was also the year I turned 31. Thank you 2015 for the extreme ups and downs.
Most importantly, 2015 brought home the truth of who I am, and what my purpose is. It put an end to all the delusional drivel, farces and forced me to step outside of my comfort zone, and in doing that it showed me what I was capable of, and that limits are only set in the mind.
So, here are a few things that strike out as adventures, and every single thing in this list is a thing I have done/experienced for the first time ever in my life:
I had my heart broken. I was a total shambles.
I sold my furniture, and crammed my mattress, kitchenware, food, books, and clothes into my 2006 Passat, and made a 800 mile road trip by myself over two days from Houston, Texas to Atlanta, Georgia, relocating for my job.
I joined a running group called HoustonFit, and trained for 3 months to run a full-marathon. The 5:30 am runs were startlingly life-changing.
I joined a yoga class for 4 odd months.
I ran 5 races: 1 full marathon and 4 half marathons across four different states in US.
I started a blog called wheelsofchaos.com, and completed a 31 day write everyday challenge in August. To this day, I post fervidly to the blog as a labor of love.
I made solo trips to cities I had never been before: Chicago, Rockford, Birmingham, Orlando, Atlanta, Oklahoma, New Orleans for the sole purpose of running races, and relocating for my job.
I got mugged in a downtown parking lot in Chicago.
On my long trip from Houston to Atlanta, I thought I was going to die when a torrential downpour obscured my windshield to the point I could barely see the contours of the car in front of me. And, without a moment's notice, when the truck in front of me went horizontal, I quickly swerved and changed lanes without checking for other cars, and continued, scared and praying, while lightning tore the sky, and cars pulled over on the shoulder.
My company flew me to Atlanta to look for apartments, but I didn't find anything I liked. 15 days prior to my move, I found an apartment online that felt right, and I signed the deal without checking it out in person. The apartment turned out to be perfect.
I had to call 911 and fire department.
I spent two hours in rain on the streets of Chicago, soaking wet and cold, and then drove 2.5 hours, blasting away the car heater, to reach Rockford, my destination for a half-marathon.
I got lost on the road more than a couple of times.
I almost ran out of fuel on a highway, and it looked unlikely I would find a gas station.
My phone died on a vast stretch of a 2 hour deserted road from Chicago to Rockford.
On my way to Orlando, I was stopped by a cop car, and was given a speeding ticket that cost a fortune.
I broke my phone in pouring rain while using Google maps to navigate through the labyrinth of downtown Chicago.
I found myself an identity and destiny: a good published novelist/writer, a runner, a spiritual seeker.
I am on day 10 of my 113 day meditate every day for 20 minutes challenge.
I sent a few of my poems and a short story to a few publishing houses, and shared my blog with my family, friends and acquaintances.
I have read incredible books that helped me understand my psyche. They led me to realize I am an artist at heart and at an unconscious level, and now it’s only a matter of time before my conscious mind syncs up.