Full disclosure: I haven’t found myself.
I haven’t found all of myself. There are still bits of me that I’m not altogether familiar with. And I’m not quite sure how long it’ll be until I am familiar with all of myself. But that’s okay. I’ve got the rest of my life to discover it, after all.
I’ve always heard that one’s university life is the time when they’re meant to discover themselves. So by twenty two or so, you should be done.
I can tell you right now, five days after turning twenty one, I am not going to be done by twenty two. It may take me the rest of my life to completely get to know myself.
In the past one year I’ve changed so much that I’m almost completely different to the woman I was at the start of 2017, let alone the gal I was in 2016.
Know what’s funny though? I’ve changed back to being the way I was when I was a kid. Obviously, I can spell a bit better and I have a bigger vocabulary. But I’ve gotten back to writing. I’ve gotten back to not caring what people think of me. I’ve gotten back to wanting to be happy more than anything in the world.
Most importantly? I’m happy again.
I’d say the most important thing when you’re trying to find yourself is to listen to your heart, your gut and your soul. Be honest with yourself even if you can’t be honest with the world.
And give yourself room. Have room to grow, have room to try new things. Have room to throw (private) tantrums and be a brat too. Don’t suppress yourself.
Let it all out and begin to know yourself intimately. You’re a wonderful person to know and you deserve to be the very best of friends with yourself.