A friend of mine from my teen years recently got married. Even though we lost touch, I still feel the same joy for her that I would if we were still a close part of each other's lives. She looked radiant and blissful.
In seeing the pictures floating around Facebook, I can't help but reminisce on the days of my past. For me, many of my high school days are but a blur of drunken, teenage angst. I feel a little bit of sadness come across me as I realize that I did nothing to enrich or grow the few close friendships I had in high school.
I was so consumed in myself and my needs that no one or nothing else was as important. I am disappointed that I hurt those that had given me nothing but love, compassion and fifth chances. I don't believe in regrets. I think every single thing that I did in my life was for a reason. I do, however, wonder how life would have gone had I done things a little bit differently.
If this version of me could go back to high school me, and even the first few years of "early adult" me, what would I say to that girl? How would I guide her to make the right choices? How would I let her know everything I've learned today?
Over the years, here are the things I've thought about that I wish I could have told my adolescent self:
- You are going to be OK.
You see, my past is my past, and some of it is really mucky and foggy. Some of it is vibrant and beautiful. But each one of those things above that I didn't do got me to this moment. This moment in which I am finally finding out who I am. I am finally seeing what I want from life, and who I strive to become.
I'm reminded of a quote that says, "You can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world, and there's still going to be somebody who hates peaches." (Dita Von Teese)
I'm finally at a point today where I'm starting to learn that it is totally OK that not everyone likes peaches. I like peaches a lot! I always search for the best peach when I'm in the produce section. If it's too hard, too soft, too mushy, too bruised, I don't give it a second glance. It has to be perfect.
But, when I think about it, I'm sometimes too hard, or too soft, or too mushy, and much too bruised. I'm definitely not always the ripest or the juiciest peach. I'm definitely not perfect by any means, nor will I ever be. But I like myself today. I like the me who I am becoming. And I like that I can sit in my pain and my joy and my emotions and accept that sometimes, others just might not like me. And that is OK. That is freeing. I don't have to judge myself for what I'm not, or what I wish to be. I simply have to be me and continually make the effort to better myself, my walk with Christ, my relationship with my friends and family, and my actions.
I don't have to be perfect. And man, I love that.
Be well today, my friends. Be OK with who you are. Be OK with exactly the moment you are in. That moment is defining you. And whether you are a peach, a grape, an apple, or celery -- YOU are uniquely you, and that is wonderful.
This post originally appeared on BlissfullyErin.com.