A flashback to some inspirational writing I wrote as I was turning 25. I am about to turn 38. The years since then have been hard, and yet, so much easier than my early years. Life is a journey, if you can learn to live and trust yourself along the way. You'll grow into your challenges, rather than lose hope and stop sailing into new seas. Believe in you. 💗 As I come to my 25 th birthday, I find myself reflecting on the first quarter of my life. I have survived birth, childhood, the breakdown of my parents’ marriage, the death of my father and several others, stepfathers, isolation, never ending change, moving houses and schools. I have survived adolescence, puberty, the battle of self-esteem, identity, relationships, sex, social dynamics, love, the gauntlet of drugs and alcohol, power and perfectionism. I have survived a science degree. To have my innate ignorance challenged and to be inspired by the amazing, exquisite beauty that exists in this universe. From the atom,...
How can you measure if you are making a good life for yourself? Imagine how your story will be told at your funeral, who will be speaking and sharing their love for you with the room? If you are happy with what you just imagined, then you are probably on the right track. If not? Time to make some changes. ♡◇
I haven't felt inspired to write in a long time, today felt different. This morning I was listening to an article about how we change over time. How the details of who we were at 4 or 9 are often lost to us. The little explorer who climbed trees, or the child that loved reading books, making pillow forts and hiding in cubby houses. These past selves remembered mostly by those around us, adults, friends, teachers, some influencing or shaping our lives. Bearing witness to the little personalities, confident or shy, even daring or a little wise, that went on to become fully fledged adults. But in adulthood we shift and change too, moving through different chapters. We can be so different at 16 to 25, changing again as we move through our 30s and 40s. At each stage, shifting tastes and perspectives. Our inner stories and sense of self adapting, perhaps on the surface unrecognisable to the person we once were. Who can tell which self will be staring back in the mirror at 70 or 82? Are w...
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