Okay, so “towards me” – it’s kind of a weird title, I know, but it’s about this whole journey I’ve been on, trying to, like, get myself, you know?
It all started a few months back. I was feeling super lost. Just…blah. I was going through the motions, work, eat, sleep, repeat. Nothing felt like mine. So, I started by just sitting down and asking myself, “What do I even want?” Seriously, I had no clue.
The Messy Middle
- First, I tried journaling. I bought this fancy notebook and everything. I wrote down, like, two sentences and then gave up. Too much pressure!
- Then, I thought, “Okay, I need to do something different.” So I signed up for a pottery class. It was…okay. Messy, for sure. I made a lopsided bowl that looked like a melted ice cream cone. But hey, I did something.
- Next, I started picking up doing some exercises,I just keep running every day, and sometimes I change it into swimming,which really makes me feel good.
- After that, I tried meditating. I downloaded an app, put on some calming music, and…fell asleep. Every. Single. Time.
It was frustrating. I felt like I was flailing around, trying everything and nothing was sticking. I was about to throw in the towel.
The “Aha!” Moment (Kind Of)
Then, one day, I was scrolling through Instagram (yeah, I know, not exactly profound), and I saw this quote: “The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.” Cheesy, right? But it hit me. I didn’t need to have all the answers. I just needed to keep taking steps, even if they were tiny, awkward steps.
So, I stopped trying to force myself into things that didn’t feel right. I started paying attention to the small things that made me feel a little bit better. Like, I noticed I really enjoyed walking in the park near my apartment. So I started doing that more. Just walking, listening to the birds, feeling the sun on my face.
I also realized I liked helping people. So I volunteered at a local animal shelter. It was nothing glamorous – mostly cleaning cages and walking dogs – but it felt good. It felt like I was doing something that mattered, even if it was just for a couple of hours a week.
Still Figuring It Out
I’m still on this “towards me” journey. It’s not like I’ve suddenly become this enlightened, self-aware person. I still have days where I feel lost and confused. But now, I’m okay with that. I’m learning to trust the process, to be patient with myself, and to celebrate the small victories along the * is a tough journey but still a meaningful process,and I am so glad that I keep going on it.
So, yeah, that’s my “towards me” story so far. It’s messy, it’s imperfect, but it’s mine. And that’s all that matters.
