I’m just another profoundly flawed person, desperately homesick for a sense that I belong—a feeling that I often mistake for a familiar one, one that I used to be filled with and have since lost. For a very long time I assumed that that sense of not being alone which I craved so desperately was something I had to look back for, instead of forward. But all my years of chasing false gods finally taught me something: it’s not something that’s given, it’s something you have to create.
So after many detours in my 20s, here I am in my 30s, trying to “find” myself when it feels like everyone else did that in their 20s. And when I looked for blogs that spoke to a life like mine, I couldn’t find one.
- Where was the blog for someone looking to live an authentic life in a superficial world of selfies and insta-fame?
- Who doesn’t want to conform to what her parents want her life to look like?
- For someone who makes really bad choices when she’s afraid, but doesn’t always know how to walk through the fear with grace and dignity?
- For someone who’s still grappling with things that should have been worked out a long time ago? Like what kind of person she wants to be, and how she wants to spend her time on this planet.
I couldn’t find it so I decided to write it.