(Insert obligatory apology for it being over a year since my last entry....and moving on...)
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to find
yourself. More specifically how to find
your BEST self.
And hold onto it.
I know I found my best self once. It took me years but when I discovered her,
there all the time…those were the happiest and most content years of my
life.
I knew exactly who I was and that gave me confidence,
compassion, charity, and love.
And then…
I lost her.
Two years give or take, and I lost her.
Anxiety, depression, and a total lack of trust of my mind,
my heart, and myself took away all my confidence. Everything I was so positive of. And with it went the contentment.
I’ve spent the better part of the last 2-3 years trying to
find her again.
I still haven’t succeeded.
I’m not giving up.
But here’s the trick to that: You’re best self is never the
same person twice. Just like YOU are never the same person twice. We are all constantly growing, learning, and
moving in some direction that changes us.
Whether infinitesimally or in great leaps and bounds, we are all
changing. For better. For worse. That’s up to you.
But the change is there.
And so with that knowledge comes the impossibility of ever
being someone you used to be.
This was something I didn’t understand for a long time. When I lost my confidence, contentment, and
all that I thought was “my best self”, I was convinced that I knew how to find
her again, and stick her back to me like Peter Pan trying to stick his shadow
back on with soap.
I believed that if I could just gather all the components of
my life while I was at my best and jumble them together in the life I had now,
that I could be that version of myself again.
I believed this and as I desperately tried to execute it, I
didn’t want to hear any different.
Luckily, I had a very patient and understanding friend. He told me over and over that I was fighting
a losing battle. That I could never be
who I was before. And that all the
things I was doing to try to get there were going to end up simply disappointing
me.
I fought back for quite a while before I realized that he
was right.
And for a while I was angry and upset and it felt hopeless.
I thought that if I couldn’t become who I was when I was
happiest, then there was no way I could ever be in a happiest state again.
Foolishness.
You can never be the same person twice.
I was never going to be that girl again.
And as long as I kept trying, I was going to keep myself
from becoming the woman I had the potential to be.
I was trying to ignore all the flaws I had picked up, all
the cracks in my mind, all the nonsense.
I was trying to force myself back my skin from two years ago. Like trying to fit into the clothes you wore
when you were a child.
What I needed to do was accept those flaws as a part of who
I was becoming, and then use them to shape who I wanted to be. I needed to be
comfortable in the skin I was in and then work on making the improvements
needed so that I could be my best self 2.0.
Little by little I have picked up pieces. I have sewn torn seams, I had sealed
cracks. Only to find new ones from time
to time.
That’s life.
The only time we find ourselves perfected is in the life to
come.
Even now I have days where I feel like I might never find my
best self again. I’ve come close, and then
lost it.
I feel at times as if I’m still losing it.
Drifting.
Further and further away from the vision of the woman I saw
myself becoming.
Eventually, I will have to turn away from that image and
create a new one. One just as pleasing
and grand. One with just as much
confidence, potential, compassion, and love as before. But different.
Because I am changing every day.
Some days it’s a new crack.
Some days it’s a repair.
I am thankful for that friend who helped me see the truth,
and stop holding onto the past.
It’s ok to use the
past as a template, and a learning experience.
But never should we try to go back.
That leads to madness.
Always we need to be moving forward. For all forward
movement is progression.
And it will lead us home.
