At a stage in my life where I have become so cynical, so sceptical, so resigned even, to many things in this world that I cannot control;
Where I am learning to be who I am without care or worry about what other people might think of me;
Where I struggle to hold firm to my opinions and believe that it is perfectly okay to have opinions that may perhaps differ from other people;
Where I am so far away from who I was a mere five years ago some of my university friends would be shocked to hear what I have to say today;
Where just recently I wondered if I could even call myself a ‘Christian’ because I don’t fit the definition of the label – not here, not anymore;
Where soon after I decided the label really doesn’t matter;
Where I increasingly find myself in a world that is no longer black and white, but more often than not in varying shades of grey;
Where I no longer judge according to what I may once have been taught because I now know a lot of things really aren’t that simple;
At a stage in my life where I am regularly aware of how I am changing / have changed, where I am constantly tuned in to my innermost musings and reflective rambles for better or for worse, where I surprise even myself on occasion;
This gives me pause and totally blows my mind.
Oh baby baby, how was I supposed to know.
