I think I have spent much of my life trying to figure out who I am, and trying to be that person.
As a teen, like everyone else, I wanted to be like everyone else, fit in. But I soon found that I wasn’t like everyone else. That I was different. Had different interests and priorities, that to make friends I didn’t need to be like everyone else. This is a big theme in young adult fiction, and something that I love to explore in my own writing – and in the books that I read.
Having the courage to be yourself, to throw away everything you’ve ever learnt, is tricky and something that I still haven’t completely mastered.
I understand myself more though, and that’s a good thing. It’s hard trying to be true to yourself if you still haven’t figured out what you want and need.
Sometimes, it takes a bad event – something to go wrong, or for something to happen, or for something to be brilliant, before you can really know. Sometimes you have to reevaluate, work out what’s important to you – what you really want. And that’s easier said than done.
I’m still getting there, but then, I figure, so is everyone else.