It Takes A Village To Raise A Human

This article topic was born out of a discussion whose subject entailed:

At what age do you stop finding yourself and is it a lone journey?

I have always considered myself to be an independent person. Whether it be that I am an Aries, the only girl growing up with three brothers, being raised in a single parent home or just my inherent genetic makeup—whatever the reason, the result was still the same, Independence. My Mother always used to say, “water seeks its own level.” She was referring to the relationships we have in our lives. She also had another wise saying, “what starts wrong ends wrong” (and in my experience she has never been wrong with this one), but we will leave that topic for another article. My point is she wasn’t wrong, and she seldom was—water seeks its own level. Can we find ourselves, independent of others?

Another recent event has also catapulted this question into the spotlight. Two classmates of mine have died this year at the age of 46—unfathomable. “Mid-Life” for them was the age of 23. One died in an accident and the other is unknown to me. I can only surmise though that they both got up on the day of their passing not knowing this would be their last day on earth. Did they accomplish all they set out to do in life, did they leave anything left unsaid, had they found themselves or were they even looking? We always think there is more time, then one day there isn’t.

Finding ourselves can have as many different meanings as there are individuals. For some it could be finding the right career path, for others it could be finding the inner strength to leave a troubled relationship and for others it could be at a most root base finding the place where we fit, in this puzzle we call life?

Water seeks its own level. At each stage in life we attract what we seek. In grade school we are leaving our parents and the safety of our homes for the first time, we seek comfort. We find that comfort in a familiar teacher, classroom or another soul we meet and form the first bonds of friendship with. For me that was a blonde haired little girl named Renee. In middle school we tend to leave childhood behind, we seek independence from our parents and search for the different or the like depending on where we are on our journey. In high school, though we may stand out, oh how we seek to fit in. In college and beyond to our work lives we are again seeking through finding the familiar where we fit in. The journey continues.

At what age do you stop finding yourself and is it a lone journey? I wish I could give a definitive answer on the first part of that question. As soon as I find myself (any day now), I will let you know. The second part of the question, I can emphatically answer—No, it is not a lone journey. As I look back over every leg of my journey, I was not alone. From the moment I took my first breath, she was there; when I walked into a new school after my parents divorced when I was 9 years old, that little blonde haired girl, Renee was there; in junior high and high school so many beautiful souls, I call friends were there; when I needed a job and later help raising and caring for my babies, my friend, Jennifer was there; to this day and to my last for everything I have ever needed, my friend, Gia was there. Along every path I have ever taken, good or bad, I have never walked it alone. Be rest assured wherever you are on your journey of finding yourself, you are a piece of someone else’s journey and maybe just maybe you are that missing one. ♥

It Takes A Village To Raise A Human

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Author; Blogger; Self-Proclaimed “Woman” of all trades and Self-Proclaimed “Master” of some! AFAA Certified Group Aerobics Instructor since 1998; MA Licensed Real Estate Agent since 1995; former Certified Financial Counselor and Passionate Advocator of Financial Education for Women. Tech Geek; Home Cook & Most Importantly, Mother of 3, my #1 Reason for Living!!!