I believe one of the most difficult things we deal with as human beings is beginning something new. The transition into a new routine from one that is comfortable and relatively stable, can be frightening and nerve wracking on top of being down right hard. We’ve all been through changes like graduating high school and beginning college or a career, moving to a new place, or getting married and starting a family. Some of us have had to learn how to continue living without someone we’ve loved, whether that be due to a break up, a falling apart, a divorce or a passing. Some changes can be small things like learning a new skill, taking on a new hobby, or making a new friend. Regardless of how our life changes, it is good to reflect back on how you got to where you are now. I believe it is the journey through the tough times that defines each of us.
I’ve had a very big transition over the past few years. I moved to a new city so that I could give myself a better future. It was one of the most difficult times of my life. But I never gave up, and I believe the transition is finally over. What I mean by this is I spent five years working as hard as I could to finish school, start a career, get my credit score up, make new friends, and afford a nice apartment. I don’t think I would be who I am today if I didn’t decide to change my life the way I did when I did. The most important thing this journey taught me is that I can do whatever I put my mind to. It’s funny to think about how my mother always told me this, but I needed to prove it to myself before I truly believed her.
I think my next transition is into a phase of life where I concentrate on me. I’ve learned a lot about myself lately, like how my personality affects others and how yoga and meditation affect my body and mind. I’ve also started allowing myself to have fun and enjoy things, and not worry about who’s watching. For example, I started taking ballet classes two weeks ago. I haven’t taken a formal dance class in over twelve years, and I am twenty weeks behind the rest of the class. The me from a few years ago would be mortified at the thought of having no idea what she was doing and twirling around like a preschool ballerina. The me today, however, knows that I will get the hang of it eventually and I am allowed to enjoy myself because there is only one journey to being a ballerina in adulthood, so I might as well enjoy the ride.