I am the Boss of Me

Sometimes, my most significant realizations come when I least expect them. I'm going along, thinking I know exactly where I am on this odyssey, only to realize I've unknowingly entered an entirely new path. What I thought was a destination turns out to be just another door to a different outcome. How do I know if a doorway is the final one, or just another transition?

I had this happen to me only a few days ago. Suddenly, I realized that I'm still in transition from being someone's spouse to being no one's anything. I now belong to me; no one's "the boss of me".

I'm also transitioning from a victim of lifelong trauma to a fully realized and stable individual. It's strange, but it's exciting. I cannot recapture who I was thirty years ago. That woman has learned too much and endured too much. It's like fitting into an old pair of jeans that you've long since outgrown. I now realize that I must take the inner basics of who I am and recreate myself into who I want to be. It's time to make a new pair of jeans tailored to who I want to become, and toss the old ones out. The trick is to make sure this is a natural process, not one that goes against the grain of my personality. I only have to pass through the doorway, not build a new one.

So this is the state in which I find myself. Who I find on the other side of the door is up to me. And if it leads to yet another door, well, I'll face that when I get to it. But I have a feeling that this thing we call life on planet Earth is nothing but a series of doors, until we finally transition to whatever lies on the other side of the final one.