Last week on the 10th, I became one year older. Well, sort of. My 26th year on planet earth was rather interesting (probably not that interesting TBH). Turning 25 last year was a big step for me, a lot of questions and objective reviewing were involved – a mini crisis maybe. Further than me stressing out, as for pretty much everything I did so far, it was about re-focusing myself on what mattered to me.
Being a perfectionist, I was petrified by the idea of deceiving people. For the longest time, I was so worried about what other people may think of me that I stopped being me. Only really recently, I stopped giving a damn about what people may say or think. It took time, and effort to finally be myself again.
I have kondo’ed my life as Sarah Knight (in this article) mentioned and it just felt like it was the right thing to do.
If I were to write a letter to my younger self, I would tell myself not to worry as much, and that everything is going to be ok as long as you work hard and you stay true to your words. Also, time makes us wiser, so really do not worry.