Last week I moaned, and moaned, and moaned some more, and this week I’m feeling much better. I’ve been tossing around a lot of thoughts lately about school, where my life is heading, if I’m accomplishing what I want, and reaching for those answers has left me excited, scared, and a whole range of emotions that are too long to list here. We all have paths we are traveling on that make us question if we are heading in the “right” direction (as if there is one), and sometimes it helps to stop and just talk to a loved one.

I was in the car with my mom the other day, and we started talking about writing and speeches. She started talking about how she had to give a speech on why “paper” was the best option for Rock, Paper, Scissors and she said that paper was the best because it gave the option for revision. It was the only option that you could enact change on and then change again or unchange. It was a funny moment because in my composition classes when they do the token “What excites you about writing?” question, I always answer revision. This small discussion about the ability to change, redirect, reconceive your message soothed my soul with all of these big questions that were lurking in the shadows. Sometimes I forget that I don’t have to have everything figured out, that my life is still open for revision.

This simple revelation reminded me of a great quote in the film Benjamin Button (I’m unsure if it is in the literary work).

“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again. “

I wouldn’t consider this message a lesson learned. It’s something I have and will constantly (re)learn. But today I’m much more content in moving myself to action instead of just contemplation. After all, I can always revise if I need to.

Tunic (Evan’s), Jeans (City Chic), Wedges (Target)

  (Sorry for the lack/quality of the images. My camera was down, and this one wasn’t so great!)

Have you had any large changes to your life, opinion, etc. that made you revise how you saw yourself? How has your style been revised over the years?