Regret is such a heavy word. It brings back memories we wish we could forget and pain in places we thought healed. But if one doesn’t tackle regret, it will always be a stumbling block.
My biggest regret is that I allowed others to tell me who I was. They told me I was too dark, too tall, unlovable, crazy, awkward, and the list goes on. I allowed myself to internalise what they said about me and in return, began to fear the person I truly was. Whenever I did something, I would always ask myself if it fit into the box the world had put me in. And this has robbed me of so much. I never fully enjoyed my varsity experience because I was afraid of what people would think of me. My twenties are eclipsed by anxiety stemming from low self-esteem.
But I’m getting there. I’m learning to love myself and be grateful of the journey called life. We live everyday, so why not make every day count towards ones happiness and growth. Lately I am always busy: tweaking, pruning, watering and harvesting the fruits of the real me.
PS: Only five days left of the 30 day blog challenge….
Author: Ros Limbo
Ros Limbo is a free spirited tree hugger that lives for writing. She is an ENFP that loves love, yoga and poetry.