As the year comes to a close, I find my life standing in front of a stop sign. Should I turn right? Should I turn left? Or should I make a U-turn and go back in time? With graduation around the corner and adult life settling in, I find myself at a crossroads. Often, I find myself at a stalemate on what I should do next.
Now in my young 20s, the possibilities of what I could do next are endless. I could travel the world, apply for professional school, work, or create a family. Society wanted me to reach certain milestones by a certain age, so they gave me an outline to follow. However, I don’t want society to write my story— I want to write my own.
My younger self was unsure whether or not to follow in society’s footsteps, but now if there is one thing I learned in the last 22 years, it is that you aren’t always going to be a hero in everyone’s story. The least you can do is be the hero in your own story.
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Being the author of my own story is a daunting task. Although writing my own story is challenging, it is also empowering because I can create change whenever I am ready. Most importantly, I can create a story worth telling for my future self to reflect on. I learned it’s okay to find myself stuck on a page, I’m capable of writing a new one. Life comes with roadblocks, but as I continue to persevere and write my story, I will overcome each obstacle.
Through all the chaos and uncertainty, I found myself. My beauty behind my madness. This chapter of my life may be coming to an end, but a chapter must close for a new chapter to reveal itself. After all, this isn’t a goodbye, but an ‘until next time.’ because with every ending, there is a new beginning.
Closing a chapter may be challenging and I may want to return in time. But, I’m keeping my chapter in the past and creating a new one. It is always possible to accomplish anything I put my mind to.
To be transparent, I am still determining what my next chapter will encompass. However, I know whatever is in store for me; I will embrace my new adventures with open arms. There is always a method behind my madness.
As I slowly find my missing puzzle pieces, I will not panic or rush the process. In my past chapter, I learned that patience is a virtue, and my blessing will come. Instead, I will stay calm and hope for the best as I move forward with the lessons my old self taught me. Winter is coming, and a clean slate of snow symbolizes rebirth. I can start over. There is always an opportunity to start fresh.