It’s an interesting thing to re-read your own journals. I do this every once in a while, just because it’s so easy to forget where I have come from.
Sometimes, I look back on relationships and see the places where it all went wrong. I see the times when I tried to cling to something too hard, when I should have just let go. I can see the moments when I messed up, when I said something unkind or made a mistake that had consequences later.
Often when I look back at certain times in my life, though, a funny thing happens. With the benefit of hindsight, I can see how I struggled, how I persevered, and the moments that changed everything.
Transitions have never been easy for me, and several months ago, I was right in the middle of a pretty major life transition. I was in that beginning of a career change, and didn’t know what was coming next. I had just moved back to the United States after spending a year away. While I was gone, my friends had changed, and I had changed, too.