On that glorious snowy Sunday just gone, I had some time to binge a lot of blog posts I had missed. I love those moments of escapism. Where you lose a few hours all while time is standing still: and you simply sit, appreciating what we can make of the world rather than what the world makes of us. One blog I was desperate to catch up on was Lucy Moon’s. In an odd way, with the snow just washing away it seemed only the right time in existence to read her post I Don’t Know Who I Am And It Scares Me.
Of course, I just went in reading because I love Lucy’s writing, but I came out with a lot of thoughts about self. Particularly I was put into one of those time-freezing moments where I soul-searched for an answer:
Who am I and what do I want?
We’re encouraged to learn as much as possible about the world, but never taught how to learn about ourselves. Any answer I can come up with sounds so… mundane. It’s not that I don’t like myself, I just don’t know what I have to offer.
I love coffee a whole lot more than I should. Most of my excitement prior to going out is about wearing not-so-casual pairs of heels. I like to spend my weekends binge-watching Netflix.
Although these things are simple they are the ones I find most freeing, and any time spent happy is not wasted at all. When you begin talking to other people about insecurities you’ll often find they feel the same. Really, I think any difference between us is fabricated. Deep down we’re all the same.
Nobody knows what they’re doing and why it even matters. Every generation thinks their world is the one going downhill.
Still, it’d be really nice to have it all clarified, so I know I’ll be thinking a lot this year about finding the answers to those questions! I realise this post is a little all over the place, but I really wanted to write my thoughts down. What advice would you give for people trying to get to know themselves?