I wrote a post like this last year, and it really doesn’t feel like it’s been that long since I wrote it. A year is simultaneously longer and shorter than it feels. Longer because there’s a lot more that happened than we remember, and shorter because it’s only a very small percentage of a hopefully long life.
When beginning to think about reflecting on my year, I found myself thinking that I had nothing to write about. Last year was a huge transition year for me, during which I grew a lot as a person, but this year, for some reason I felt like less happened. But I think that’s just because I was focusing too much on ‘big’ transitions, like starting University, which I now am in the middle of. But the truth is that we are constantly in a state of transition. We transition into and out of environments, and our feelings about them change – perhaps we are transitioning into or out of finding comfort within a place. We transition into and out of relationships with all the people around us. And with that, our thoughts and perspectives are always transitioning. We are constantly having conversations with ourselves, whether it be through thoughts, reflections and reevaluations of values or hopes and dreams, or whether it be through our experiences and the things with which we surround ourselves.
With transition comes constant growth and learning. Sometimes I am so distracted by the amount of emphasis I put on what I’ve learned during my studies, that I forget how much I’m learning as a person just by progressing through life. I can’t say that I’ve had any major revelations or that I’ve learned anything entirely life-changing this year, but mostly I’m just continuing to transition into the person I will never stop becoming. I’ve continued to find more purpose in my life and how I choose to spend my time, and developed a clearer outlook on what’s important to me, where I want to be in the future and what I want to do or work on changing.
And this was just another conversation with myself, to remind me that not every day, every week, every month, or even every year, has to be entirely monumental. I don’t need to make ‘big leaps’ every time the clock or calendar changes. Even small leaps can become big, like how a small spark between two people can flourish into a relationship that is far beyond small. Slow growth is just as valuable as fast growth, and at the end of the day, every single word I write is an accomplishment in its own way.