Anything good worth having takes time, and without the passage of time (and experience), there’s really no way to define what’s “good” and “bad”. All the pre-existing definitions are a result of what other people have told you or what you’ve absorbed from the world. No matter how many experiences I have under my belt, I still feel apprehensive about slowing down and grounding. Even after pulling a complete 180 on my life, somehow I still feel selfish or lazy for just being. I compare myself to everyone around me even though we’re all unique individuals. Comparison is silly. The only person I’m actually in competition with is myself.
The reality is that without grounding, it’s impossible to bloom. I need to take time for solitude and space to process my thoughts, experiences, and life in general. If I’m too distracted to unpack what’s going on how can I decide for myself what’s acceptable and unacceptable? All that information that’s entered my world—senses, smells, colors, shapes, feelings—starts to feel heavy instead of inspiring. It keeps me in hibernation if left unprocessed. Perfectionism starts to creep in and I’m afraid to make a move. That’s the worst place to be in.
I’ve learned to appreciate the request for solitude and space. It used to totally trigger me in the past. Now I see it as an opportunity for transformation. Intentionally entering into solitude can open up completely new paths filled with insights, healing, and endless opportunities for expansion.
