As Dorothy, the Scarecrow, the Tin Man and the Lion discovered, change usually involves a journey that leads you back to who you’ve always been.
I thought that journey would be simple, but it wasn’t. Why? Because I have layers and layers and layers of social and personal mortar that I’ve piled onto my true story. I bet you do, too.
Here’s the secrets I’ve finally learned about digging through all of that mortar to find myself again.
What I Love
I started with the basics by making a list of what I loved as an eight-year-old.
At eight years-old, I knew what I loved. Then life happened. I started searching for myself in others’ faces, their favorable reflection becoming my new desire. By journeying outside of those who loved me I entered a playground filled with insecurity and bullies. Being liked by others became a point of self-survival.
I learned to build on my simple preferences to acclimate to my surroundings:
Here’s what I’ve learned along my own journey — it takes baby steps to make it out of your adult self. I call them baby steps, because they represent the you that existed before the world made you think that being you wasn’t good enough.
Take a minute and imagine yourself at an age where you loved life and felt good about you.
What really brought you joy?
Write those things down, even if you can only remember a few. That’s your first step.
My next blog will discuss how those factors can lead you to self-discovery. . . one baby step at a time.