Serendipity

I was complacent with the beauty of the moment.

I had built a life I believed would last forever. I thought all it needed was for me to remain the same.

I grew complacent in a life that was never truly mine.

When I turned thirty, the world I had become comfortable in came crashing down, like an ocean wave striking the face of a mountain. Slowly, pieces broke away and drifted back into the sea.

How do I save what remains?

You can’t.

What’s done is done.
What’s gone is gone.

It’s time for change.

A few months ago, I took the biggest leap I’ve made in years.

I changed the way I work, narrowing my focus toward one meaningful goal instead of chasing everything at once.

I had gained weight during my years of complacency, so I changed my diet overnight and slowly began working out.

I stayed busy because staying focused kept my mind from wandering back to places it wanted to drown in.

As positive as these changes have been, they’ve also forced me to meet the person I’ve become.

I’ve had to come to terms with my own limitations.

In trying to change everything at once, I overstimulated myself. I burned out, not because change was wrong, but because I was still running from who I was.

Now, I’m learning to stop running.

I’m learning to accept who I was, understand who I am, and become who I want to be.

Complacency isn’t good, and it isn’t bad.

Sometimes it’s simply the quiet place where we unknowingly stop growing.

This is my journey through complacency.

As I continue figuring out this chapter of my life, I’ll continue writing about it.

Thank you.