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falling behind

Sometimes there exists this sense of falling behind.

Like, I should be further along in life. Like, I should be in the same place my siblings were at my age or where my friends are now. Like, I am missing out on experiences and that I must be doing something wrong.

Like I am failing.

But the only thing I am failing at is understanding that my journey is not yours. That understanding my journey is whatever it becomes. That I can't control every aspect of my life and sometimes, things suck. But things won't always suck.

When I last spoke to my therapist about heartbreak, I lamented about the fear that I'll have to experience it all over again and it's almost inevitable that I will. And she said, "Maybe, but I don't think so." 

(It's nice being told I'm wrong, sometimes.)

I am not the same person as I was before all of this hurt happened. I have grown and learned and evolved. I know what I need and what I want. I know I need to learn how to assert my needs and set boundaries and communicate better. 

I am not failing because my life is different from someone else's. Timing is different for everyone. This is my life. And I'm gonna try and make the most of it.

I am on the right path. (So are you.)

everything is free - father john misty



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