2.9.21 // i don't know what i'm doing

I don't know what I'm doing.
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To be honest, I don't think anyone knows what they're doing.
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Although, if you know someone who says they do, I'd be wary...
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I'm learning that life isn't meant to be a thing you figure out. You're not meant to fit in a box and stay there for the rest of your life.
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You're meant to uncover the world, the inhabitants, and yourself.
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You're meant to turn over a new leaf as often as the deciduous forests.
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And you're meant to be as consistent in your learnings as the coniferous forests.
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I wonder then, why do we find the need to so desperately classify ourselves (and others)?
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Using a mixture of things we do or have to explain ourselves instead of explaining who we are... "Oh, I work at X"... "I'm a trail runner"... "I have a golden retriever"... etc.
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Think about it for a second, when you meet someone new, how do you describe yourself? This happened to me the other day, and I rambled off a list of random things I do or I have, but nothing about who I am or where I'm at in my life.
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Perhaps we do this as a defensive mechanism from the vulnerability? Opening up and showing who you are and where you are in your life journey is a hell of a lot harder than simply keeping it surface level.
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But, with these surface-level introductions and explanations of ourselves, do we continue to put ourselves in boxes and classifications that actually hold us back?? Hold us back from breaking out of that box and finding support beyond those four walls.
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I'm starting to think so.
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So hey, I'm Liz, and I don't know what I'm doing. Nice to meet you.