A Girl Named Leney

THE JOURNAL

The Same But Different

Storm portrait on the Oregon coast, Fall 2016

Storm portrait on the Oregon coast, Fall 2016

Sometimes it’s good to look back at where you were three years ago and recognize how far you’ve come.
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In chasing after long held dreams that were of the waking hour variety more than the sleeping kind. The dreams that you were scared to say out loud because they seemed too crazy to share with even your most intimate friends, for fear of being told how weird they were.
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And now those dreams are your reality and they’re just everyday facts that you share with strangers you meet at bars and in the checkout line at grocery stores.
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Time stamps of growth have always seemed important to me. To witness records of becoming. I look back often in this way. At old writing and photographs, to remind my current self of how good life really is. Of how much hard work really does pay off. (And dogged determination and sheer stupidity sometimes too...)
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But also I’ve realized the importance of recognizing how the same you are in various ways is worth noting too.
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I believe in a growth mindset and reaching for things beyond ourselves. But I also recognize there are core aspects of our makeup that speak to who we inherently are and shouldn’t be altered out of shame. Our consistencies and patterns and routines are often some of the most beautiful pieces of us.
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You love the things you love for a reason.
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This includes both your far reaching dreams and your close love for coastlines and sitting at home amongst your books.
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You can have both.
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You can be ever changing and exactly the same in an ever cycling constellation of duality.