1. Sam's avatar

    yeah I believe it is a familiar insight ,and you are well said.Each need each other.

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  3. Sam's avatar

    A take at a time and you remind me of grace something I barely think of .I will be there…

  4. harythegr8's avatar

    This is quiet courage — not loud wins, but grace that kept walking through grief. Your words remind us that…

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the last thing I learned

What is the last thing you learned?

Growing Up & Showing Up: A Fresh Perspective



Lately, I’ve been seeing “growing up” in a way I never have before. It’s not just about age, responsibilities, or milestones—it’s about selfreliability. It’s about realizing that, at some point, the only person you can consistently count on to show up for you is you.

This perspective hit me hard after my dad passed away recently. He lived a full 80 years, and at my age now 37—he was just starting his doctorate career. That’s a powerful thought. When I reflect on where I am in life, I see someone who is still finding balance, still discovering what it means to be present for myself in ways no one else can.

The Shift: From Expectation to Action

For a long time, I thought growing up meant accumulating knowledge, skills, or achievements. But now, I see it as something simpler: showing up. Not just physically but mentally, emotionally, and with intention.

Showing up for myself means prioritizing rest, creativity, and consistency in what matters to me (like my writing streaks).

Showing up for others means being present without losing myself in their expectations.

Showing up for life means embracing the unpredictability of it all—loss, change, and growth—without waiting for the “perfect” moment.


What Growing Up Actually Feels Like

It feels like standing at the edge of something vast and realizing no one is coming to pull you forward—you have to take the step yourself. It feels like missing the presence of those who once guided you, then realizing you are the guide now. It feels like failing, adjusting, and trying again.

There’s a quiet strength in selfreliance. It’s not about pushing people away or never needing support, but about knowing that, even when everything else shifts, you can depend on yourself to keep moving forward.

So

Maybe growing up isn’t about having all the answers. Maybe it’s about making peace with the fact that we never truly do. Maybe it’s about trusting ourselves enough to show up, even when we don’t feel ready.



And so, I’m showing up. Every day. For my writing. For my rest. For my life. Because that’s what growing up means to me now.

Until next time…

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