It occurred to me, recently, that everytime I had overcome adversity, I had become stronger. Not only stronger, but more in touch with myself. Each challenge that I've encountered - and there've been many - has forced me to dig deep and find the strength I wasn't always sure I had. The more difficulties I overcame, the more I realised that resourcefulness was a skill honed by struggle. While I'm not romanticising the struggles that people go through, I feel that I've become better at coping with difficult things because of my previous experiences.
Most importantly, I've learnt the following:
- to be clear about who I am (and what I stand for)
- to accept that we're not all at the same point in our journeys
- that when people underestimate me, it's actually not about me
- to be patient
- to be fine with delayed gratification
- to trust myself
- to believe that there is always a solution
- to remain a person of integrity
- to give myself permission to feel crap on the days that I do
- to give myself permission to dream about a better future, no matter what the present is like
- that there's nothing as satisfying as moving on when the time's right
- that I'm not afraid of change - in fact, as scary as it is, I love it
Oh, there are so many more I could list. For what I'm going through right now, I had my Plan A, which was based on clarity I had repeatedly requested and been given. Now it's been turned into someone else's Plan A and a delay in my own plan. The sad thing is that, ultimately, when we treat people badly, like commodities, and we disrespect them just because the context we're in gives us the so-called power to do so, all we're doing is firmly closing any doors that would otherwise have remained open.
I normally have a thing about not closing doors, but I've learnt, as my boundaries have improved, that some doors just aren't worth leaving ajar.
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