I’m Still Growing And I’m Okay With That


There’s apparently no age we’re supposed to have it all together, yet that unspoken pressure from the world around us seeps into our daily life. Each day, we are reminded of the things we still have to do, achieve, and leave behind.

We are expected to move on from certain people and perceived as weak when we cannot. We are told to follow our dreams, but at a certain point, we are encouraged to give up. Each day, we are reminded of our progress, but also our weaknesses. Judgement is thrown in our face whether we like it or not.

I am still growing. I still make mistakes.

And I am okay with that.

The word “mistake”—what is that, really? I mean, generally it’s a term used for something you shouldn’t do or regret. But lately, I am choosing to see my life as a beautiful sequence of events.

Every choice I have made has led me up to this point, and I know I haven’t always made the most favorable ones.

But my growth is for me to see.

They can look from the outside and judge the fact I’ve made similar choices in my past, but I am not making those choices with the same thought pattern—I am more observant now. I am more cautious. I am using my previous experiences to guide me.

I will not be shamed for slipping back into old habits and patterns or gravitating towards people that light my soul on fire. Are they temporary? Probably. But do I need them to reinforce what I do and do not need in my life? Absolutely.

Life is a series of moments that we need to indulge in guilt-free. Nobody can have a say in what makes you happy. These people haven’t lived in your body; they haven’t felt your pain. Guidance is important but it needs substance.

If you have nothing constructive to say, I don’t want to hear it.

Because life’s too short and I’m going to live it.