The last few months have been a difficult time for my friends and family. Loved ones have passed away, intimidating diagnoses have been received, and unexpected news has made us feel like we’re on unstable ground. My heart hurts for everyone in my life who has been suffering and grieving for any reason.
One of the hardest things to do while going through the stages of grief is function normally, let alone practice any amount of self-care. How can you try to meditate when you are consumed by anger or sadness? How can you put on a face mask if you can’t get out of bed? Self-care is daunting when you simply don’t have it in you.
I’m about to turn twenty-six years old and I’m currently considering a drastic career change. It would involve going back to school for several years and adapting to a totally new lifestyle than the one I’m living now. Many aspects of my life would be different if I decide to take this leap.
The majority of my thoughts on the matter are positive: I am capable, I can do whatever I put my mind to, this new path will be more than worth it in the long run.
But some of my thoughts aren’t nearly as supportive: You’re not smart enough to go back to school, the path will be too long and challenging, you’re too old to be a student again, and so on.
There is no experience quite like packing up all of your belongings and moving to new place. I moved from New York to Wilmington, North Carolina this past Monday and making it all happen was not an easy task. It’s an exhausting experience to say the least.