THE CUTLARY IS OUT TO GET ME...and I'm not making it up to skip school

Personally, becoming seems like an exaggerated and fancy way of saying refining. Realistically speaking, I can’t just wake up one day and decide to “become” something or someone and expect it to happen – its more likely that I’ll decide to refine my workout routine to actually include the working out part. 

For example, if I had to pick out a particular moment when I’ve had to refine myself, it would probably be when I realized that I would be going off to college next year. The person who I am now (without a doubt) doesn’t stand a chance at surviving on my own – no seriously, I can’t be trusted with a microwave – but the person that I strive to become is someone who can cook and take care of herself. I can’t just decide that I want to emulate my mother’s spectacular cooking skills and somehow magically gain them, instead I’m spending as much time in the kitchen as physically possible to learn the skills that I need to. 

I don’t think there’s ever going to be a simple way to say that I have become someone or something without implying that it was an immediate transformation, so instead I’ll say that I’ve finally begun to refine myself in certain areas as I grow older and my needs and wants begin to change. It’s a process that takes time and effort and way too much energy in my opinion, but what fun is life without a little bit of remodeling?



POV: what my mom sees when she comes home from work but doesn't know that the onions are revolting and that the pot of oil has sent reinforcements

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