I’ve been reflecting on what this past year – almost a full year – has given me. A year since I made the decision, or rather, since I began to act on it.
The decision itself came earlier, but I took the first real steps in February.
Today, I can see that my perspective has changed completely.
And interestingly, it wasn’t those first few months that were the hardest.
What challenged me most was the passing of time.
The time in which nothing seemed to change – and at moments, things even appeared to get worse.
Today, when I ask myself:
Why am I still here?
What lessons do I still need to learn?
a different thought comes to me.
It’s no longer about learning another lesson.
It’s about recognising the lessons I’ve already lived through.
About standing firmly in what they have taught me.
About trusting my intuition.
About letting go.
About believing – despite everything.
And about taking whatever action I can, here and now.
Simply put – about not going backwards.
And one more thing.
I am learning to appreciate myself not for the outcome, not for the pace, and not for how it all looks from the outside,
but for my perseverance, for the courage to remain true to myself, and for continuing to move forward despite everything.