I met with my mentor today. She is so insightful and it is amazing the way God has brought us together. She went through many of the things that I’m going through at the moment when she was my age. I love the fact that the older generation claim to and do understand what it’s like to be 18. I forget that they’ve been there.
I used to hate it how people would say to me, “I know, I completely understand. I’ve been there.” Or even worse, “you’ll grow out of it.” It’s like, “well what if I don’t want to grown out of it? What if I enjoy doing what I’m doing and being who I am?”
It’s like when I was in primary school and now I’m teaching these primary schoolers. They come and talk to me about their issues in their 8 year old lives that seem extremely trivial but I know that when I was 8 these things were more important then anything else in the world. In fact I could think of what could have been more important.
So now when my mentor tells me she understands I believe her because I know she’s had these trials and experiences. More then that she’s come through them even more empowered and gracious then she was when she walked into it.
I find that really encouraging. I know I’ll screw up something massive and I know that’s inevitable but I also know it’s ok and that this life (as Stephen kindly reminded me yesterday) is only temporary. We have much greater things to look forward to and much more exciting times ahead. (I feel like I should be writing those inspirational notes that go in women’s mental health like journals where they can turn a new page and read that they are in fact normal and that being abnormal is a completely normal thing.)
I’ve just realized that I purposefully chose to use short words when I write purely because I don’t know how to spell the longer ones. Now that’s what I call sad!