Whiskey, Tea, and Temporary Versions of Me

A reflection on growth, change, and finally becoming someone I don’t mind being alone with.

My life has gone in a number of different directions over the last 12-18 months. More than I’d care to remember really. I’m not the same person I was 18 months ago, I’m more passionate about new things, I laugh louder, I love dating (most of the time), I understand what I do and don’t like a little better.

I’m more quirky than I ever let anyone - including myself - see. I love the funky artwork and offbeat home décor. I still drink whiskey neat but now I also like tea. I’m learning to love myself for who I am. I don’t particularly care about what others think of me, only occasionally if it’s about something that doesn’t sit quite right with me.

I’ve done what everyone in their 20’s should be doing, I’ve dated various people in a quest to understand the type of person I’d like to end up with. I understand that better than I ever have before. I love being single, there’s a refreshing calmness to it. That doesn’t mean that if the right person came along I wouldn’t open my heart and laugh with them on a daily basis for years to come. It just means I’m happy as I am, for now.

There was a version of me that I thought was me. Turns out she was just someone who was temporary. I still don’t have my shit together, far from it. But at least I genuinely understand me a little bit better.

And I quite like her.