For many years I had the feeling I was lost.
Thinking that I needed to go somewhere to find the missing pieces. Thinking that if I meet the right people and fit them in my life, I would feel complete. Thinking that if I have the right job and act a certain way by society, I was not lost.
That thing called time made me realize that being lost was the best thing that happen to me. Not until I was lost I begin to understand myself. It came clear that I was never lost in the first place… I was always on my way.
We are not lost in life, we are on the process…
I replaced thinking “I’m going places to not feel lost” to “I love to travel and is my constant need as a human self”.
I enjoy changes because they let me grow.
I stop meeting the “right” people, instead I met the creatives, the healers, the dancers, the loving and the most caring and real humans beings.
I became more grateful with life opportunities and the limitless space I have to grow.
I stop taking roles as a professional in an office where my soul was crashing every time I have to be 9-6 in a desk.
I stop acting the way society told me to act. “Buy a house, get marry and have a baby before 30: or “Oh my God! what’s wrong with you”.
I learned I have a different path and my path will flow how it should. Not fitting a mold, no fitting romantic movies and not fitting what other people think is best for me.
Only I know what is best for me and sometimes I don’t know and it’s OK.
I learned to accept the things I cannot change and takes those frustrating moments like blessings in the sky to learn about me and most special to let go.
Let go beautiful love, let go old friendships, let go places and moving on to better things that fit my current self.
At the end, I’ve learned (and keep learning) some much by being lost that I want you to know that feeling lost is OK. You will be OK and even better!
Enjoy this crazy, beautiful, chaotic, and amazing experience of being a human being.
“You are allowed to be a masterpiece and a work in process simultaneously.” Sophia Bush
Best,
Cristina Marie
*This piece is a contribution to Mental Awareness Month. May@2018
