Perspective is a funny thing in life. Depending on the person, the time of day, the group of people you are around or even, the chain of events that occur in your life can change a perspective.
Lately my insights and perspectives change based on mere certain life events or peoples comments. The past few months has been a world wind of big life changes and it was hard to keep a float. I lost perspective of my core self. The person I enjoy being and I allowed others wishes, wants, comments, and perspectives to define me. To say the least, I became extremly uncomfortable, uneasy, and unsure. I became a version of myself that I hate and a person I look down upon.
Now with a clearer head after taking much time to self-reflex, talking with my counselor, and leaning on my friends, I can now float again. I am remembering the type of person I enjoy being. The person who loves helping others and if she has a sound opinion to vocalize it clearly. A person who hates being in the mix and center of things but enjoys being in the shadows and seeing others thrive.
I have learned over the past few years, I am most comfortable with being an outsider looking in. I enjoy laying back observing, breathing, and seeing others live their lives. Oddly enough I am seen as an extrovert but in my heart I am an introvert that speaks her mind to see others grow.
My comfort lays in the in-betweens of our worlds, and my perspective comes from oberving others. My opions and voice appear to assist and help.
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