As you age, if you do it right, you come to the realisation that you and your reasoned choices are to blame or thank for where you are in life.
It’s you.
What you do, how you think, the acts you don’t commit. All of it.
I have known this for a long time. And at first found it debilitating. Vice gripped in a shame cycle. I hate Taylor’s ‘it’s me, I, I’m the problem, it’s me.’ The song felt too violent. Because it’s true. I am my village people. I am my hater.
But recently something that should have been obvious hit me as well.
It’s me. I am the solution too.
If my reasoned choice, actions, thoughts, inactions fucked up my life, they can also unfuck it.
I have everything I need to fix myself.
And that has helped me through afternoons like this when the shame cycle sucks me back in. I am the wind, I can blow back out. Ying yang, all me. All you.
I have everything I need. As do you.
We only need decide which us we want to be.
Problem or solution?