Growth

It can be difficult to feel it. I know I’m guilty. I can get so caught up thinking about how I’m not where I want to be or who I want to be that it can feel overwhelming. Cue negative self talk. But, as I was sitting in Panera this morning, updating my resume and searching for new jobs, I was reminded of just how much I’ve grown over the last year. This time last year, I was in Pittsburgh. I just moved back into my mom’s house because I knew I was ready to make a big life change. I was worried about where I was going to be in a year. Then, I made the decision to move. I made the decision to change. As easy as I make it sound, I need to give myself credit and remind myself that it wasn’t. The change happened only after I got so fed up with the situation that I was in that I felt I had no other choice. And, I did. It’s easy to look back on how far I’ve come and forget about the constant rumination that led to making the decisions I ultimately made. Growth is both beautiful and treacherous. Sometimes, the pain and suffering can be a reminder that growth is happening. Sometimes, it’s ok to take a step back and appreciate all the beautiful growth I’m going through. Sometimes, I’m growing without even knowing it.