We all change. We change our clothes, our favorite colors change, our relationships change. We change. Some of us change for the better, others for the worst. I would love to walk around and pretend like I’ve been the same person since birth, but that’s completely ridiculous. We all need to change, so we can grow as people. If I was the same person now, that I was about five years ago, my writing would be nothing like it is today.
I have opened up on so many levels. I am much more open-minded now. I grew up in a moderately conservative household. I would just agree with whatever my parents would say when it came to politics and social issues. But as I’ve grown, and matured, I can see that my personal opinion of the world is very different from that of my parents. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that either. I don’t want to be cookie-cutter image of my parents. I am my own person. My personal experiences have shaped me, just as the experiences of my parent’s lives shaped them.
Now my beliefs and view of the world has changed, yes, but my personality has been pretty static my entire life. I was watching home videos with my family last weekend, and I’ve obviously not changed much on the awkward nerd front. I have been running around, spastically trying to be the center of attention my entire life. It’s weird though. In public, I’m completely introverted, but once you get to know me, I’m the farthest thing from it. But I’ve noticed that lately, I’m starting lose my introverted tendencies, even in public. I’m trying really hard to open up to people, and be much friendlier than I typically would. So far, so good. Sometimes it feels nice to smile at a stranger walking past.
As we get older, and change, we start to realize that certain things shouldn’t bother us as much as they do. Also, some of the things that we used to turn a blind eye to can completely upset us now. I still live at home, and I’m starting to notice the lack of freedom my parents give me in certain situations. For the longest time, I was lazy, and I let my parents do everything for me. My laundry, my dishes, they made my dinner; they ran all of my errands, they filled out any paperwork I had to do. Now, I’m trying to do more for myself, and it’s almost as if my parents don’t want to let me grow up. I mean, I know I’m their little girl, but they’ll have to let me live my own life at some point. Stuff like this just makes me ready to move out. Not because I don’t love my parents, I just feel like it’s time for me to really get to know myself. I’m still changing, and I think it would be healthy for me to live on my own, and have a proper introduction to this new Lindsey.
So my question for you: How have you changed over the years? Do you ever find yourself faced with a lack of freedom? If so, how do you deal?
Lindsey. Twenty-Five. Currently pursuing a degree in Professional Writing & Film Studies.