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March 25, 2014

Do I Know Enough to be a Grown-Up? ~ Amani Omejer

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Warning: F-bombs up ahead.

I’ve been feeling really worried, lately.

I’m worried that I’m not grown-up enough to be ‘being a Grown-Up’.

I’m worried that each decision I make—life decisions or daily decisions—comes from a place of not knowing enough, so I struggle to trust whatever option I pick. And each decision I tackle has a 100 tonne weight hanging from it, because of a worry that the decision will freeze the future to be a certain way:

“If I do that then my life will be like that forever…if I choose this, my life will be this way, forever.”

I freak out that I don’t have long enough to make the wrong decisions, and I don’t fucking want to, anyway.

I want to do the right thing, always.

Change and new-ness has been floating into my life in a way that it hasn’t in a long time. Perhaps, ever (to this extent). Things I’ve known and things I’ve needed, have been—and are—shifting within me and around me. As much as this has been exciting, inspiring, hopeful, and beautiful, it’s also freaked me out.

As a child of trauma, change can feel—and does feel—fucking terrifying. Change feels like something bad is about to happen—I’ve got a knot in my stomach almost constantly, and the need to look over my shoulder to check that no-one or nothing bad is coming, is almost constant, too.

Change that brings goodness is the most terrifying change of all.

What if it gets taken away?

What if it disappears?

What if I do something that makes it go away?

This type of change has also freaked me out because it’s continuously landing me in a pot of uncertainty around my ability to make this work, and keep this goodness coming. The sense of responsibility I have towards me and my life suddenly feels overwhelming.

I want to do my ultimate best.

I want to provide myself with a life I want—and love—to lead.

I never want to turn into my parents.

I so desperately want to succeed.

I so desperately don’t want to fail, or fuck-up, or become them.

What if I don’t know enough to make this all happen—to be a ‘successful’ Grown-Up? 

I want to know and learn all that I’m ever going to learn in life, right now. That way I’d be able to make decisions that ensure a beautiful and fulfilling future, for myself—if I know everything I’ll ever know now, I won’t go down routes or pathways that result in me fucking up or failing. I can just get on with enjoying.

My inner critic has a colourful opinion about all this, too:

“Fucking up when you’re young is okay, but you’re 26 now. You’re responsible for your own life—get your shit together. There’s no-one to catch you if you fail, so you can’t. You’ll be so ugly and embarrassing if you do. People will will ditch you. You’re old enough to be classed as a Grown-Up, so you can’t fuck up anymore. You need to figure out what you want and need, and go get it—you should know that all by now. Noone else is fucking up or failing, and if they do, they do it skilfully or beautifully. You don’t.”

Writing this, I laugh.  success

Firstly, I’ve made so many mistakes already, I’m probably (definitely?) making some now, and I’ll 100% make heaps in the future—that’s 100% guaranteed. Secondly, the inner wise part of me knows that in these mistakes—the fucking’s up and the supposed failings—I’ve learnt a shit-tonne and grown loads. Without them, I wouldn’t be me. And thirdly, all those wise folk out there say that any successful person fails a fuck-load, right?

I fear the potentially painful embarrassment and aching regret of fucking-up or failing, but I also fear the potential regret of all this fucking worrying.

I’m trying desperately to make decisions with the compassionate awareness that I’m figuring life out, and that what I’m choosing to do could be ‘wrong’ (I fail or fuck-up), but it could also be ‘right’ (it brings me goodness and happiness and joy).

The concept of right and wrong is debatable anyway…

This change that’s come recently, has sparked a new depth of self-love and an ability to parent myself, beneath the worry and fear that’s been flying—and kicking—around. The need to fight reality, panic, and freak out has had a slightly looser hold. I’ve generally been choosing the option of nourishment, self-love or love, in moments I’d usually hit the panic button or self-destruct.

This internal shift is the change that’s brought the most beauty and joy, but also the most worry:

Photo CourtesyIs love (from myself and from others) really what life’s all about?

What if all the guru’s in the world have got it wrong?

Is it really okay to love myself if I fuck-up and/or fail?

Will my life really unfold around me, if I give myself what I need right now? 

What if the life that unfolds, isn’t the one I want?

What if the way I’m living and my process that I’m trusting, is wrong?

What if I’m being irresponsible listening to my needs in the way that I am?

What if, what if, what if….ugh.

My inner perfectionist and nerdy organiser, needs proof. She needs to know that putting self-love at the top of the agenda of daily life, works—that it brings me health, happiness, stability, freedom, and joy.

She needs to know that to give myself permission to fuck-up, and to choose the option of nourishment rather than destruct isn’t irresponsible, it’s essential.

I don’t have enough years under my belt of living this way to show me this is really true for me and my life. I’ve only got the words of wise folk, and my instinct, telling me it is.

I definitely don’t feel like I know enough to be a Grown-Up, and I feel utterly terrified and overwhelmed about the fact that I am one, and that I’m responsible for my life—and the ambition to lead a beautiful one—but I’m beginning to see that this journey I’m on is one that’s jam-packed full of learning.

So if I don’t know it now, I’ll certainly know it at some point in the future.

And I’ve got time.

Lots of time.

 

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Amani Omejer

Amani Omejer is a writer and editor living in the green city of Bristol, UK. She spends her time writing, drawing cartoons, and tucking herself into pockets of nature. She believes in the importance of telling your story, connecting with nature, laughing, photographing moments, good food, clothes swapping, adventure, cold water swimming, drinking herbs, and napping. She tells her story on her blog. You can follow that and her other writings via Facebook, her website, or Instagram (@amaniomejer).