END OF 28 S1.E1 - PUZZLES
The day I turned 28 I invited freedom. It was as though for the first time in my life, I genuinely cared about myself and by this I mean, speaking up for myself, rooting for myself, not letting anyone's opinion dictate my choices and actions. The day I turned 28, I accepted me. Flaws and all.
The 28th chapter is coming to an end and I'm reminiscing on a few things. good and bad and I hope you process some of these things with me. You ready ?
I went through my early twenties playing it safe. I was - still somehow am -very sheltered. A lot of things that I learned are either self taught or were done out of rebellion and that felt like freedom to me at the time. Freedom with little to no consequences because I didn't know better. Plus, I was too naïve. but when we fast forward to my late twenties, I realized that actions have consequences. Some serious ones at that.
Twenty eight's freedom came with putting the puzzle pieces together. There were things I thought I knew that I truly didn't know about. I never explored it in depth so I didn't know how to approach it. Ex : communication.
Can you believe me when I say that it's one thing I will absolutely avoid all together? Communicating makes me uncomfortable and I am just not good at the back and fourth. I'm the " aight bruh! you got it." person then go silent for the rest of my life. Do you know how wild it is when you have to LIVE with someone and not ever be able to resolve an issue ? let me just say it SUCKS. I do not know how I thought that was a healthy way to live. My goodness!
But at 28, I learned. I adapted an unlikely mindset that actually works. Before anything I truly ask myself : " who/what am I scared of?" then I proceed on diving head first. Not that I wasn't going to speak up regardless, it's just that realizing that I do not need to sugar coat anything to anybody brings some sort of comfort and courage to my teenage self.
Dear 14 year old me,
We did it!
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