Holy cow! Two post in one week! Something must be wrong lol.
Well this post will have nothing to do with writing as hopefully more of my posts will expand broader horizons.
So I’m sure many of you have all heard the reference to our elderly when we say they are stuck in their ways, and lately I have been noticing a reoccurring theme in my life.
Let me back up a little, self love has always been a struggle for me. I never completely comprehended it or understood how to do it, at least not the ways society say we should. Like we have blank as a standard, we shouldn’t accept less than blank, ect.
I’ve been one of those females who I guess never really knew her worth, so often times I definitely deal with more than I should.
I’m young enough to know that I’m still trying to find myself. It’s like finding getting the right concoction together in some chemistry set.
So now I have a new found respect for the elderly when we say they are stuck in their ways. It’s because it took them so long to get the right concoction.
I’m just under 30 and in the past 10 years alone so many of my personal views have changed as well as things I said I would never do, I’ve done. We grow and we learn, we evolve.
I’m always trying to figure out what will make me truly in happy in life and it’s a hard answer, almost as if I’m not even sure what makes me happy.
It’s a rough life journey for me, because I feel like as soon as I try to be happy I’m constantly being held down by something or someone. I’m strong, but very fragile, if that makes sense. I’m not as strong as I used to be, but I’m working to get back there.