Growing up
This #thankyouthursday, I am grateful for growing up.
Yesterday my therapist observed that I really sounded like I was in my Adult Self, and you know what? I agreed with her.
The work we do together involves learning about the many and varied parts of myself, chief among them my inner child—or really, my inner children. Because there is a five-year-old Christina, and a ten-year-old Christina, and a teenage Christina, and a college-age Christina, etc. And all of them have information and feelings for me to receive and process.
I will not pretend I particularly enjoy receiving and processing information and feelings from so many pieces of my past. But I cannot deny that doing so is very effective.
Because the thing is, I’m living my current life on top of all those feelings/beliefs/memories/ideas, whether or not I acknowledge them. And when I take the time to open up and explore with structure and support, I can safely revisit and repair.
All of which to say, I have been doing the work, and it seems to be working.
There is still so much I am anxious and afraid about. BUT. I’m also, like, not? I’m also able to just, like, show up for the day and face what is in front of me and trust that all is well, that more shall be revealed.
I think I just might be really growing up.
And I am really grateful.
Love > fear,
Christina