I used to be a person who would get down on herself because of one stupid, insignificant, instance which could range from bad news, a criticizing tongue, or just my own personal self-awareness that sadly used to be much less than positive. I would let this tiny crack in a world full of immense possibilities become a large gaping hole in my existence as a human-being allowing myself to wallow in a self-pity that nine times out of ten was shallow and a complete waste of time.
I won’t lie to myself and say I’ve completely grown out of focusing on trivial circumstances, nor do I think I’ll ever be able to fully let go of insecure thoughts since I’m only human and everyone has doubts about who they are, where they’ll be… but I have to say it gives me a very accomplished feeling to look back on my life—short as it’s been so far—and know that I have grown up, at least a tiny bit.
I’m happier than I’ve been in years. I’m close to the people who matter to me. And I finally can look at what I’m doing with my life and say to myself that even though the situation isn’t ideal, it’s perfect for me. It’s grand to not be bogged down by superficialities—it really is.