As I was teaching science to my students the other day, discussing earth’s changes, I started to think of the term “weathering.” The way I teach it, weathering is what happens when a cliff is hit by a wave repeatedly…slowly, over time, the water wears the cliff away.
I realized…I feel like the cliff. The waves hit, again and again, as I remain steadfast. Slowly, over time, the waves change me…but the process in and of itself is not a fast one.
In some ways, I feel that society fails us by leading us to believe that personal growth and change happen quickly.
For me, they haven’t.
It has not been as easy as flipping a switch, or choosing to feel a certain way. It has not been as simple as talking about it or even reprocessing it.
It has been hard.
And slow. And grueling.
Though, to my credit, I haven’t given up.
Change, for me, has been slower to come.
I have had waves crashing into me.
Waves of recognition. Waves of frustration. Waves of insight. Waves of fear.
All the while, my unconscious has remained steadfast–not unlike the cliff. Stuck, unmoving.
But all of those waves, over time, have begun to carve out a new me.
The same cliff–but a different look.
It has been slow. Painfully so.
And it is not done.
But, slowly, brutally, I am weathering the change.