Someone I hadn’t spoken to in probably 7 or 8 years randomly hit me up today.
He knew me from my college days back in Arizona and asked:
“Would you ever move back?”
This sent me into a deep reflection… because the person he knows is completely dead.
That person does not exist anymore.
I’m an entirely different person in every possible way.
And it’s crazy because I almost feel weird even thinking back to that version of me.
Maybe even ashamed to some extent just cause it’s so opposite of who I am now and who I want to be
I was drinking and partying all the time, making poor decisions, bad habits, hanging around the wrong people, unhealthy, Just existing - going through the motions.
And it’s wild because one of the best decisions I ever made was leaving Arizona and starting fresh.
AZ wasn’t necessarily the problem.
But I needed to get out of the environment I was in and become someone new.
And I think that’s the takeaway I had from it.
A lot of people keep identifying with old versions of themselves long after that person should’ve been left behind.
“I’ve always struggled with consistency.”
“I’ve always been this way.”
“I’m just the type of person that _____.”
But maybe that’s not even you anymore.
Maybe you’re still carrying an identity that no longer fits.
You should be growing and evolving.
So much to the point you should barely recognize the person you were a few years ago.
It’s good I’m ashamed of that past version of me.
If you’re intentionally growing, there should be old versions of yourself that no longer exist.