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The journey of Reflections, from forties to the fifties.....

 Yesterday I came across a post by one of my Facebook friends, ‘Vibrantly you growth and leadership’ asking their readers, “how often do you take time to truly reflect on your journey?”

 It took me back to a blog I had written almost a decade ago, in my forties and how I have changed over the years.

I have always loved to reflect, to ponder, about things, geo political events, people, where we are going as humans. I am always reflecting when I am driving, when I am sitting in the parking lot or even when I am home. My personality back then was that I usually blurted things out, good or bad, no filter. While I was reading my own thoughts which I wrote in my forties, I came to a realization, I am no longer that person, the person who struggled but tried her best to fit in. 

I grew up in a household with an abundance of love, where I was seen and heard, where I was allowed to have an opinion and voice. But when I was thrown out in the real world, in a foreign land, by myself, I was lost. I couldn't do all those things. There were societal constraints. I missed my siblings who were the only friends I had until then and now they were thousands of miles away from me. I took pride in being honest and sincerely believed that people appreciated my straightforwardness. They told me that they appreciated my candid opinion but they didn’t. I fell for them, took them for their face value. I mostly understand black or white, I don’t understand gray, I can’t read between the lines. It was fine until I didn’t say anything about them, to their face.

Now I am in my fifties. I had read that fifties is where you are liberated from all the bull shit you were fed growing up. I can relate, I feel liberated. The societal constraints and expectations are no longer holding me back. Now, I neither try to fit in, impose myself where my presence is not appreciated nor go around offering my unsolicited opinions. Partly because I don’t socialize that much and partly because I have started enjoying my own company, rediscovering myself and doing things I love. Plus, now I have other outlets to express myself. Now I say what I want to say here, in my blog, on Facebook.

Looking back, I see how far I have come, from wanting to be accepted, be seen, and heard, often costing me my peace, and sending me into the rabbit hole of self-doubts. And as I reflect, I am grateful for all my experiences, the lessons, the mistakes which have allowed me to be the person I am today. I love this newfound me. Shading the need for external validation has been the best thing I did for myself. I love the new ME.

Honestly though, every now and then I miss my old self, the fiery, outspoken me. The fire hasn’t died, it lives in my soul, I learnt to channel it elsewhere. I will however leave you with the same thought that I did then, every time I see a reflection of something, I pause and enjoy it for at least “it "appears as is. There is nothing fake about that reflection. My ramblings on this Thursday.

Attached here is the blog from several years ago.  

https://www.rekhasrambling.com/2015/12/reflections.html

Here is a picture of a blue sky and white fluffy clouds and their reflection, simply beautiful, nothing fake about it. 




A picture of a sunset from a few years ago which represents the Fire in my soul. 



And lastly , the new ME. 



What about you? Do you  ever reflect, about self, world events, where we are going ?? Have you changed over the years??




Comments

Laurie Benoit said…
Love this, Rekha. I also cherish moments of reflection throughout my days, noting the lessons of the past, the person I once was, the person I have become, and the person I still aspire to be. Thank you for sharing.
Anonymous said…
I love this so much. I had the polar opposite of you & in reading this it makes me ambrace my fire even more. I was not raised in a home where I could express myself. After being told to remain small once I released my voice in my writing I too felt free. It definitely changes with age. Thank you Rekha for your authenticity love.
Thank you so much Laurie for your inspiring post yesterday and thank you for leaving me a comment here. Appreciate it.

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