A Series of Unfortunate Events


This is the slightly more positive version of how I have been feeling lately. I am the Baudelaire Orphans and Life is Count Olaf, here to abduct me, kill me, and seize all my money (ok, not really, but you get the point).

I loved A Series of Unfortunate Events. Though slightly morbid, confusing, and a bit frightening, each book was more intriguing than the last. I can’t help but relate this to myself at the moment. Everything is up in the air, and I feel like I have to be one step ahead of Count Olaf. 2015 was a rough year, but the New Year holds more intrigue in it than usual for me, which is ironic considering how difficult the second half of 2015 proved to be. As Lemony Snicket put it: “In this book, not only is there no happy ending, there is no happy beginning and very few happy things in the middle.” 

2015 in a nutshell.

It’s easy for me to sit back and say “Everything happens for a reason,” when the reason has already manifested itself. It’s harder to believe when you’re in the thick of figuring it all out and there seems to be no logical reason whatsoever. I have been staying positive, and I like to think that life is as good as you make it, but I have to wonder how much of it is completely out of my control. And thus completely useless to worry about.

I need to leave the past in the past. The unfortunate events that may happen to me do not define me, but how I choose to react does. What is seemingly a series of unfortunate events are indeed the first steps of a journey.

A journey in which I discover what I’m made of.