Ten years ago, I was a kid. I didn’t want to believe it, but I was.
I had a different mindset at 22 than now, at 32. I had a different life, different goals & values…a completely different view.
I was naive at 22. Thinking that what defined me, what made me a better person, was the number of people I shared my life with…the clothes, the image, who people wanted me to be. I shopped like a madwoman, racked up my credit cards, made friends with people who weren’t good for me. I didn’t know who I was, I was still finding my way…slowly, but ever so surely.
Now at 32, I’m not the same person that I used to be. Fear used to limit me at 22 when I didn’t allow myself to embrace “me”…fear drives me now…to live, to not have regrets. I’m finally at a place where I know who I am, and what I want. Who I want to share my life with, and what goals I want for myself. I never want to stop learning, and everything I do…I want it to be an example for my daughters.
I don’t regret the way I used to be….the mistakes I made, the people I met. And I don’t want my children to look for perfection, and strive for a life without mistakes. The mistakes, the bad decisions…that’s life, that’s what makes this whole journey beautiful.
Cheers to growing young…to making mistakes, and embracing you!