Becoming The Sort of Person Who…

Spoiler Alert: The Only Way to Do It Is To Just Do It.

Brief, personal post today… as I am traveling! Gasp!

Yeah, yeah — quite surprising, I’m sure, considering last week’s blog. But hey, let me have my bit of drama here.

Been considering identity lately.

Again, I know — that may come as a shock to anybody who spends time with me. (Sarcasm.)

Seriously, though. This year, I’ve been allowing myself out of the box more than in years past.

I made a resolution back in January that I’d make my life look more like the life I wanted to be leading.

Had spent much of the preceding fall considering different ways to make every day count — considering ways to live more intentionally, to be more of who it is that I would be most proud to be…and at the same time to be able to be gentle and forgive myself on the days when I’m not necessarily living up to all that internal hype.

In short, to grow up.

Gracefully.

(No pressure, self!)

So when the opportunity came up to spend an extended weekend frolicking aimlessly around London with my old college gal pals, I looked inward.

“Is this something that the-sort-of-person-you-want-to-be would be doing?”

Gut answer was a clear, resounding “…yup.”

Past me would have hemmed and hawed.

Present me said, “right then… let’s get to it.”

I haven’t become some paragon of wise decisions and fantastic judgment overnight, with a magically charmed and wonderful life with no hiccups whatsoever…but I am slowly practicing trusting my own judgment.

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Touched on this in a roundabout way in a post a few weeks back, on what to do when uncontrollable worry seeps into one’s thinking.

It seems simple, obvious…but the answer to “how can I become the person I want to be?” is often rooted in our choices. Day-in, day-out.

To become a better version of yourself to do the thing, you just have to do it.

Knowing that, I’ve tried to apply this train of thought any time I have a choice set before me: “Is this something that the-you-you-want-to-be would do?”

Sure, I haven’t been perfect at it. Sometimes I’ll catch myself falling into old habits, but so far, it seems to be going all right.

Have wound up here in London, making new memories with old friends.

Blogging for myself…not to mention earning a respectable chunk of change as a ghostwriting broad, a hired pen.

Gradually transitioning away from my 9–5 and into something a bit more open ended. Scary, but exciting.

Slowly but surely, the me-I-want-to-be has been coming into sharper focus.

Part of that, apparently: the type of person who has adventures.

Cheers to growth. ❤