And so, I got caught up in the idea that I could be an old soul. Could I be an old soul? And then I mixed up that notion with being better, wiser. Does it go hand-in-hand? Wisdom and age? Not always. And so the superiority and, paradoxically, inferiority complexes need to go. Who am I helping if I think I'm better than other people? Would I think I'm better than a child or a teenager? Would I say, "Ha! You have to deal with puberty and I don't!" Of course I wouldn't say that. If anything, I empathize with my students for the important changes that are taking hold of them- body, mind, and spirit. It's not easy to go through that awkward stage of development. And speaking of which, I, myself, feel that I am that teenager- I've never had acne, but let me tell ya, I'm breaking out in spiritual pimples all throughout my aura.
And it's tough. It's hard. It's frustrating. And I get it. I'm so young- literally speaking. I am in my late twenties and I should most definitely give myself a break from time to time. See, this energy work is exhausting. But I know that I'm pulling through. So whether I'm mature, old... who cares? The point is that I'm making progress and I am emptying out all of the garbage of so may previous existences of hurt, pain, and damage I've done unto myself and unto others. This is a transition period. This is the moment where soon, this little caterpillar is going to spread her wings like the lovely butterfly she will become. I know it's coming... I feel it. And although my solar plexus is taking a definite blow, I am becoming more of who I was always meant to be.
And it's tough. It's hard. It's frustrating. And I get it. I'm so young- literally speaking. I am in my late twenties and I should most definitely give myself a break from time to time. See, this energy work is exhausting. But I know that I'm pulling through. So whether I'm mature, old... who cares? The point is that I'm making progress and I am emptying out all of the garbage of so may previous existences of hurt, pain, and damage I've done unto myself and unto others. This is a transition period. This is the moment where soon, this little caterpillar is going to spread her wings like the lovely butterfly she will become. I know it's coming... I feel it. And although my solar plexus is taking a definite blow, I am becoming more of who I was always meant to be.