So I’ve been thinking a lot about this past weekend at FYF.
I’ve actually had a lot of self growth and I’m really proud of myself. I was able to work through, process and get past my fears of going to new cities and big events alone. My overwhelming, yet both logical and illogical fears did not stop me…..I was set on going and actually made myself go and actually had a really great time! Saturday really helped me to confront my anxiety and fear in a very big way and I glad I did it.
Sunday, I learned a very fucked up lesson but I think I needed to experience it in order to learn that lesson. I’m just very glad I wasn’t alone when I experienced this. On Sunday, I was actually left stranded at Union Station at 1 am by someone I thought I could consider a friend. Now, even though that bridge has been burned between the two of us, I am trying to learn from this situation and to process these feelings. I am trying to be at peace with that situation and to work on those feelings of hurt and in a sense betrayal….I know that right now I do not forgive him, I’m not sure that I ever will….but the fact that I’m working on it speaks to me about my growth as a person.
I am re-evaluating a lot of things in my life and about myself internally, trying to redefine who I am as a person and always learning is definitely a process, but I think it is one I needed.
I am thankful that I got to experience FYF for the first time, though. It was great and a lot of the people that I met were really friendly. I’d definitely do it again.