In retrospect, I was never quite satisfied with my existence. I always craved change—differences in the seemingly mundane. At times, I was unsure of said alterations’ natures and origins. I assumed transformation required an external catalyst. It wasn’t until recently that I realized progress begins within. There is infinite power which follows the understanding of this capability.
It doesn’t take some huge, catastrophic or dramatic event to signal a “green light” for growth, nor does one’s progress have to be a full-time job.
If there is anything I have learned within a year in passing, it is that change is not necessarily linear. Sometimes, one reaps consistent success, and then a devastating relapse. Other instances entail the dynamic of three steps forward, then one diagonally.
Gratefully, I have quickly, but not easily, learned to grow fluid with the rhythm of my life, even if I am dancing alone.
It is never too late to restart, even if it is day after day. You are never too far from the rise or setting of the sun.
“You are allowed to be both a masterpiece and a work in progress, simultaneously.” -Sophia Bush