I think, the world would be a better place if we were more in touch with our own love languages, and the love language of those nearest and dearest to us.
Reality has never hit me this hard for me to actually sit myself the fuck down and look at my options, the good and the bad. *dis vusu. How can an executive of a big firm be such a clown when it comes to *DICK!
The thing is about growing up, you are consistently evolving. You are shedding the parts of you that no longer look like you. Growing the parts of you that need work. You are evolving into the best version of yourself. That version of you, the best version, will require work, plenty of sacrifices, some awful tears as you work the areas that are hard to get rid of and then some more tears. There too, are beautiful moments, the ones where you turn your dreams into a reality, the times when you challenge yourself and succeed. There are beautiful moments and some not so beautiful. That is life and it is bittersweet, but it is to be lived.
Ever find yourself questioning what your purpose in life is? Wanting to know what your life is intended to impact?
Congratulations. You have taken two of the most important steps of your journey. The first thing you have done is, you decided on what you want. Taking the initial step of decision as to what you want to become is hard. Many people struggle to make the decision, because the mind is filled with so many doubts. You find yourself doubting whether the industry has room for you, doubting whether you will be any good and doubting whether you have what it takes to make it in an already saturated industry. The second thing you have done is taken the step towards learning. There’s nothing more self-depreciating then an unteachable mind. We as human beings are designed to learn, we are designed to continue to grow based off what we learn, both in being and in character. Taking the step towards opting to learn a trade or a skill is done in action. Actively searching out the lessons and taking bold steps towards acquiring the material and access to mentors and teachers. Lucky for you, we live in a digital era, and access to information and teaching material is incredibly simplified, with platforms like YouTube, the time to learn new skills has never been better.
When I was younger, I spent an awful lot of time on the defense. I was constantly with my guard up, always ready to tell anyone who tried to disrespect me to check themselves. I was always feeling attacked and often it was my perception more than the reality of what was happening. I would find myself in an argument every other day, which had me labelled confrontational, which I thought was confidence and self-protection. Interesting enough, it was not so much that there were situations that dished out disrespect that needed to be rectified, but often times it was simply because my perception of much of what was happening around me was always with a critical eye that would try to sieve and smell out anyone who tried to ill-treat me.
You know when one finds themselves looking at their life, we tend to have two sights, forward and backwards. We spend a majority of our time focused on the future and what is to come. Always planning and anxious about where we are going and trying to ensure that we are doing the groundwork to get to where we are going. We spend so much time immersed in the what ifs and little time in the now. We spend equally as much time studying our past and trying to piece together the areas we could have done better, the things we have experienced and the things we wish had been different.
Once bitten, twice shy – has always been a statement that would twirl around in my mind.
This is because it is true.
Growing up, I was the child who wore many hats. I was both an introvert and an extrovert. I was both talkative, yet very withdrawn. I found comfort in spending time alone reading books, discovering worlds I would never travel, by authors I would never meet.
There was a day I came across a lovely little girl. I was visiting with a friend who knew her mother, and immediately took to the precious little girl. In no time she got comfortable and started chatting to me. She was in a headwrap towel, from a hair wash as I learnt from her mother. At some point she got agitated and insisted her mum remove the towel and that her hair dry and they could style it later. I was amazed at the length of her hair and commented on how long it is, and that she looks like a barbie doll. She looks at me with confusions, looked at her doll and goes on to say, “no, I cannot look like a barbie doll, because barbie dolls have long straight hair.”