I couldn’t resist making this sound like a section in an annual report. But well, I’d mentioned earlier in November on Facebook the milestones I’ve achieved this year. So let me attempt something more qualitative here.
Point to note: I do not believe in resolutions. Of course, it’s not only because I’m too lazy, but I simply have too much I want to achieve each year. To some extent, I’m never quite a contented person. I get easily distracted and am usually asking “what’s next” most of the time. So now, moving on…
The best things on earth come unplanned…
… except unwanted pregnancies. Plans – they’re funny things. Plan too much, and you get disappointed. Plan too little, and you disappoint everyone else. By the same token, the worst things on earth are made more painful when they strike you when you least expect; when you have glorious, beautiful plans ahead but they nab you mid-course, nail your feet to the ground and you seem stuck in eternity. You fail to make sense of things even after digging deep into your understanding of life and what it should be. You start asking “why”. Soon, you’re abandoned; the earth continues to spin without you knowing, believing or understanding.
2011 has reinforced my belief in fate, chance and destiny. The full suite of suicidal revelations bestowed upon me during Lit class in Junior College. I’ve held on to that since then, threading between anti-determinism and karma. Life is a little less painful when you believe it’s scripted – and you’re just an unfortunate protagonist.
Marriage is less daunting than the wedding itself
I’ve discussed my views on “cold feet” before. I do not believe I had cold feet before my wedding solemnisation earlier in May this year. I was more worried about perfecting the table setting and my customised cupcakes than whether the husband was the perfect man. Maybe it’s because my marriage was something I proactively was part of. From the selection of the engagement ring, to the proposal, to the wedding solemnisation. Everything. The husband and I did not have a whirlwind romance. I did not get swept off my feet to Bahamas where a 10-ct diamond was presented to me when I barely knew the man. No, I was with him for a good 5 years. I knew his temperament, he knew mine. I urged him to file a HDB flat application. I chose the unit. I told him how much time we had to get the ring, get hitched, before HDB came calling for our marriage cert. I never expected to say this but the wedding became a KPI. It was part of the plan and being in my line of work, even when the sky collapses, THE SHOW MUST GO ON.
And why can’t married couples just behave like how they did when they’re dating? I think some couples get neurotic about being a “married couple”, like there’s some unspoken code of ethics for lawfully wedded people. To me, the husband and I treat each other all the same. I still threaten him from time to time to not take me for granted. I still hang up on him when I find him overbearing and wait silently for his apologetic SMSes the next morning. We basically still quarrel over the same damn things. Getting married doesn’t mean you have to be more tolerant of each other’s antics – you should instead be more honest with each other and trash it out. I sometimes love quarrels (constructive ones) because they’re the only time I force my brain to completely analyse how my heart feels (for the sake of argument), and also the only time that the husband tells me how he feels – not that he likes bottling himself up, but he’s usually oblivious of what he’s truly unhappy with until I bring him to the edge.
It’s been 7 months and the husband and I are still married (no, we’re not seeking annulment, neither have we found irreconcilable differences between us). We’re planning to have our own place. Finances have always been clear between us – if you need it, you pay for it; if we both need it, we both pay for it; if you pay for something I need, and you forget about it… then forget about it! Hic!
Money problems are the makings of a wilful mind
There were moments over the past year when I thought I was going to be cash-strapped and that the husband and I wouldn’t be able to cope with the expenses related to our new home, with our new car and penchant for indulgences. It’s December. And I’m proud to say that I have fully-financed 4 lines of liabilities (driving lessons, instalments, whatever). Things don’t look that bad anymore, really. I look at young families earning less than the husband and I, with kids in tow – they seem to be doing well. I’m not trying to be an irresponsible hedonist here but, I now believe things will work themselves out. As long as you’re in control and employed, money issues should be short-lived. Don’t obnoxiously fret about “how am I going to afford this” and “how am I going to achieve that”. Look forward, do a little planning, work your sums out, take in a deep breath – and go.
If your expenditure is rising, you really only have 2 options – get a payrise or cut your spending. And it really helps to set monthly saving targets. Try to use NETS/Cash/Debit cards instead of your credit cards if you can (unless you’re trying to rake in card points like me). Challenge yourself to up the stakes by transferring more funds to your savings account when you’re ready (pls don’t starve). You’ll find yourself surviving with the reduced sum of money anyways. The beauty of human cognition!
Through thick and thin
I’ve learnt that your family is going to be the only people who will always be there for you, standing guard, standing by. Your family will always criticise, may or may not understand, but will always accept the things you do. Nothing means more to me than family now – even the extended family members I inherited by marriage from the husband.
I’ve also learnt the importance of friendship. I do not have many friends I call “close” but I have enough to get by. That few who have chosen to stay put even though I suck at maintaining relationships. I forget to mail out Christmas cards, my birthday wishes might be over due… and I seldom reply SMSes. I figured that you don’t need to be a carbon copy of another person to be lifelong pals – you can be so different, and that’s what makes life interesting. I have a BFF who is so ambitious and creative, he makes me feel that sky’s the limit. I have another BFF who is steadfast, practical and keeps me grounded.
So, that’s 2011 for me, for you. I’m married, a car-owner, home-owner. I now have a stable job in an organisation I’m proud to belong to. Bad things have come and gone this year, and I’m expecting more to come by as I grow older, with the people around me start ageing or face adult problems. No matter what it is, I’ll always count my blessings.
All things happen for a reason, no matter how unfair or painful they can be.