The more I age and the further I delve into the realm of the twenties, the more I realise that this era is meant for reinvention. Consequently, I am a firm believer that reinventing yourself will help you to find yourself.
I have relocated twice now, the third relocation happening sooner rather than later, and have had the chance to reinvent myself. The most important part of my relocation was being alone in my decision to move. I am grateful to have moved without carrying the prejudice of people who have known me through the years. It has been nice to make these changes without the fear of getting “found out”, as if somehow reinvention is a crime.
Reinvention such as mine can seem daunting at first, especially if you’ve never migrated to university, but after the initial first step the rest is easy.
Chloe, a friend of mine, is currently “finding herself in Asia”, a five month expedition before she decides whether or not she wishes to attend university. It’s a fantastic opportunity and I’m glad she has taken the time and effort to make it work. We joked that she would return a vegan with dreadlocks but secretly I wouldn’t mind if she had decided to change. It is all part of the beauty of growing up.
They say that every seven years our body has shed and created so much skin that ultimately we are not the same physical person we were those seven years prior. With this inspiration from nature, maybe it would be wise to adopt this methodology to our mental state in order to improve our internal wellbeing. Maybe that is why some people feel the supposed seven year itch, an itch for change.
A change doesn’t necessarily have to be dramatic like I have made it seem. It can range from a change in career, to relocating, to simply changing hair colour.
The more I age, the more I realise what I want and what I think is important but the beauty of this realisation is also resigning to the fact that what I want and what I think is important will adapt, therefore meaning I cannot plan my entire life.
For instance, when I was eleven, I thought that I was going to be the next Avril Lavigne. Music was so incredibly important to me and I couldn’t see past this desperate need to play and create music for people. I had my life planned ahead of me, down to my big break, but the day never came and I grew up, reinvented myself and changed. Today I still have a passion for music but as a hobby, as another string to my multifaceted bow.
There is an incredible amount of pressure placed on young people to succeed but when it comes down to basics, success is happiness and happiness is personal. Instead of applying pressure on ourselves to succeed in the eyes of others we need to focus on what makes us, as individuals, tick. From here we can continue to wind down our intricate paths with more confidence.
The beauty of being content is allowing ourselves to be malleable. Like sand on a beach, we are shaped by the waves of circumstance. Why do we insist on fighting the tide? Why can we not allow the waves to shape us into the best us we can be?
After all, everyone deserves white sandy beaches.
Until next time.