I had such a reflective chat with a friend recently. It got me thinking about freedom—how elusive it can feel, especially when responsibilities pile up. Being a mother since right before 21, I totally get it. There's this push and pull between caring for others and losing pieces of yourself along the way.
It's funny; when I look back at different phases of my life, I see snippets of someone pretty fascinating. Yeah, maybe that sounds a bit bold, but if we can't find ourselves interesting, who will? Those tiny facets of me got buried under daily duties and the whirlwind of life.
Reconnecting with these facets? It's like embarking on a little adventure. Trying new activities, visiting new places—it all feeds back into rediscovering these bits of myself. And journaling! Oh, the magic of flipping through old, dog-eared notebooks. It's like finding lost treasure maps leading back to the "me" I used to be.
One surprise discovery? Old photos from a self-portrait phase. I'd totally forgotten I did that. It was a fun experiment in seeing myself from new angles and lenses, literally and figuratively.
These small acts of rediscovery bring a rush of joy that's hard to put into words. It's a mix of sadness, anger, and immense excitement—a true treasure hunt. And I realize, even without hitting the pause button on life, we can find these lost pieces.
So, if you decide to go on your own hunt, share it with me. I want to know—what did you uncover, how did it feel, and what's different now? There's a raw, beautiful magic in this process. Let's embrace it together.
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