Growing Up- A Perspective of a 20 Something Female
I’ve been battling with insomnia for some time now but in the past week or so it has gotten worse than ever. So I figured, since I’m not sleeping anyways… why not journal about it? And that’s exactly what this section of my blog is going to be dedicated to 🙂
“It was when I stopped searching for home within others and lifted the foundation of home within myself I found there were no roots more intimate than those between a mind and body that have decided to be whole.” – Rupi Kaur
Growing up. That means so many different things for so many different people. At different stages of my life, it meant a multitude of different things to me.
At 22, it meant graduating from university and landing the perfect job.
When I turned 23, I felt at the top of the world and for me that meant buying the perfect condo.
By the time 24 rolled around, growing up meant finding the perfect man- which I believed I did and in the most serendipitous manner to boot!
Celebrating my 25th birthday, I was head-over-heels in love with the perfect man with whom I was envisioning my perfect future. That perfect future for me, meant kicking butt in my career of choice, building a beautiful life with the man of my dreams and a house filled with many kids.
However, by mid-25, something began to shift. All of a sudden, I no longer wanted the same things. My dreams were evolving and I wanted to have more freedom; I wanted more control over the impact I had on this world.
My way of taking control was to start this blog. I was able to put out into the world what I wanted. And have full control to build the future I foresaw for myself. When life gave me lemons, I took them as signs that it was time to move on, grow and evolve.
By the time I turned 26, my personal growth hit an all time high (at least thus far in my life)…
My perfect world shattered in the span of what felt like seconds and everything has to be once again rethought and rebuilt.
On some level I guess I feel stronger, smarter and I know myself a bit better. I am definitely not afraid of taking chances.
I feel more connected with myself and with the world around me.
I have taken up meditation, journaling and smudging (a ritual where a bundle of sage that is tied and burnt; this is done to clear negativity, start anew and set intentions).
I believe that these practices have brought me one step closer to being more grounded and as Rupi Kaur states above, finding home within myself and uniting my body and mind.