My exploration of self and reclaiming of my respect for my natural rhythms is a simple yet undermined treasure. Especially as I tend to be more of a “human doing” than being most of the time. One particular term I tend to encounter a lot because of our usual obsession with physicality and standards is being a “late bloomer.” But then who sets the standard of time and success?
Who’s an early, on-time and/or late bloomer? Who gets to decide? On my end, I’ve realized that to me, being a late bloomer is not just because I compare myself to external and colonized standards, but more so because I am yet to fully look within. Thus, my inability to fully bloom or thrive. Yet on the other hand, even if I’m yet to fully dig within, can it ever be too late? How can purpose and self-realization ever be subjected to our limited understanding of time? And so with my current practices of prayer, silence, emotional processing, journaling, exercise and sleep – and the intentionality to keep these bodily/spiritual rhythms in sync, I find these steadily taking on a more positive note in my life. For me, these are not so much as necessities as compared to rituals. Rituals that provide both routine yet vast spaces of appreciation, reflection and recharge.
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