I Am Finding Myself. Where Are You?

On a journey of solitude and self-discovery.

Photo by Lili Kovac on Unsplash

I am finding myself again. Where are you? It’s been a wild year of twists and turns, and it’s left be standing on the footpath of a bridge. Is it made of fear or optimism? Hope or regret? That can be hard to tell, depending on the angle of light and where it falls at any moment. Either way, it has left me on the doorstep of a question.

Who do I want to be?

It’s a question I’ve had to answer half a dozen times since my world turned upside down in 2017. My mother was dead. I was unemployed, recovering from surgery, and lower than I had ever been in my life. Who did I want to be? The choice was easy. Bloom or die. Sink or swim. Figure it out or get lost again.