Time has been flying by of late. The results of rebuilding myself with small changes are continuing to reveal astonishing outcomes. This butterfly effect is fascinating, and I’m surprisingly fearless in its midst. Letting go of my need to feel in control whenever possible is likely involved. I didn’t anticipate this skill as part of growing, but I’m delighted by it. (Bonus!) 🙃
I believe it involves a level of trust in myself to be able to cope with whatever comes my way. Experience and reflection are far more valuable than I ever imagined. I spent time lamenting the challenges, unfairness, trauma, and despair I’ve endured without recognizing the gifts that grew from the devastated ground. I failed to focus on how painful periods of fire-and-fallow eventually lead to regeneration.
This newfound understanding is a powerful anti-stress tool. My transformation from extremely high-strung to calm and tranquil is incredible. It feels as if I stumbled on it accidentally, then noticed in hindsight. My world moves more slowly now. I’m no longer stuck on a permanent three-second delay. I’m not continually racing to catch up to the present, but instead, exist here. It’s wonderful here. I can look around and breathe.
Initially, I credited this phenomenon as part of aging. But after more consideration, I’ve concluded it’s about growth. I recall being upset when I realized growth and aging don’t necessarily correlate. Based on my observations, they’re not even related. I’m perpetually attracted to those whose energy reflect tranquillity. (It’s likely because I’m highly sensitive to that of others.)
I know my proclivity for solitude is born of rejecting the exhaustion that results from proximity to chaotic energy. I used to view it as a weakness, but now I believe it’s nutrition for my soul. I’m confident it’s afforded me the ability to grow. I notice this feature in the lives of those who capture my interest and attention, as well. It also clarifies the diversity of individuals to which I’m attracted. I even appreciate the thought required to connect the dots. 🙃
For the first time in my life, I’m thankful I was interracially adopted, and raised in racial isolation. I can finally see the ways it’s had a positive effect on who I’ve become, rather than merely regret the overwhelming sorrow and pain it also entailed. While I’m still amazed I survived to adulthood, I acknowledge the fire-and-fallow created many opportunities to regenerate and grow into who I’ve become. Today, I love the beautiful garden that evolved as a consequence.