
It’s my Birthday. I’m 23! I can hardly believe it.
Some days… screw that,
most days I wonder if I’ll ever get good at this whole adult thing. When I was 16 I just
knew I could handle all that life had to throw at me. At 23 whole years, I’m starting to bruise and wonder what the heck I was thinking. But still I keep moving! Still living, loving, and – most of all – learning.
Here’s a taste of what the real world has taught me in the last year:
Just because you've decided to move on, doesn't mean it will come easily.
Last summer Monsieur N and I broke up. It was a decision that I believe was good for me, especially at that time. But deciding to leave someone does not equate to immediately not loving them anymore. It takes time to move on from that. You see, Monsieur N and I didn't break up on bad terms or anything. He never did any particular thing that would make my friends hate him and tell me to leave his blank blank blank. It wasn't like that. It was simply something that needed to happen. And because we had been together almost four years at that point (all through college) and had dealt with A LOT together, he had become my safety blanket. And while I knew how much I loved him when the decision was made, I didn't realize it would be so hard to release him emotionally.
I definitely spent several months after our breakup partying, dating, and anything else that allowed me to not deal with my emotions. Then I met someone (this always happens when you don't want/expect it to) who grabbed my heart. And that forced me to face myself sooner and faster than I would have otherwise. I truly believe that all things happen for a reason, and God has been showing me a lot of things about love and myself in the last year as a result of the breakup.
I’m a lot more of an emotional person than I'd like to be.Man it's bizarre. I've always been one to cry tears of frustration and anger, particularly in situations where I feel like I have no control; but these days a good sob story that would've typically just made me sad makes me bawl.
WTH? It seems like after ~20, each year I've become more and more of an emotional mess.
If it's hormones they need to either (A) stop, or (B) be more useful and help a sister out physically... get me?
I'm living to work, but I can still make the best of it.Mommy Mitchell would argue that we are working to live. On some days that might be the case (i.e. the rare Saturday that feels 200 hours long and is a pure blast), but most mornings it just.
aint. true. I don't get up for fun. I get up to work 5 out of the 7 days a week. And I'm realizing that that's okay. I have an awesome job for the most part where I get to learn tons of things. But mostly, I am learning to take things in strides. This job isn't where I'll be forever, but there is a purpose in my life for everything that I do here, and that's reason enough to take full advantage of what it has to offer.
My passion and purpose cannot be ignored.At this sweet and innocent age of 23 (that's how the more
seasoned folks react when you tell them your age), I know my purpose. I'm starting to realize through talking to people that I'm actually not alone in trying to figure out what the path to my purpose looks like. And that's not really what I should be focused on anyway,
even if my over achieving personality can't stand the thought of not knowing what's next at all times. God doesn't work that way (that was a 22
nd birthday lesson learned that I'm still growing used to). He alone knows what my journey looks like.
I'm learning that everything I do has it own purpose for me ultimately, and fighting/fearing/avoiding - for whatever reason (i.e. not what people expect from me, not the "right" time, etc) - anything that probably is meant for me to experience is even more difficult that trying to figure out the whole journey ahead of time. So I'm taking heed of the blunt honest advice of a good friend. Put nicely, he said stop being a punk and follow your passion.
While there were many other lessons learned in the last year, these were the few that have had the most impact. I'm still soft, so I'm sure the world will throw a whole lot more my way. But I'm ready for it. Happy Birthday Me.