I Hate Adulting
I used to think all this writing was about reaching out and connecting to others like me. Deep calls to deep, an ancient verse says. But it was always about finding myself, my path, my pace, my rhythm, and, most importantly, knowing I am enough just as I am.
A book about catharsis from the frustrations of trying to fit in, turned into a tool of guidance along the longer, less traveled road.
I don't want to find my place in the world anymore, I want to move the world to find everyone else who can feel the change needed within it.
With that, I introduce you to I Hate Adulting: A Quick Guide to Feeling Better.
The Foreward is below and an extended preview is available on my blogsite (also below).
Foreword
As an important note, I originally wrote this book for myself, as a catharsis for everything I was feeling during a particularly difficult period of my life.
People would ask, “How are you?” I'm good or I'm fine was the typical and expected reply but, internally, I was not. I felt like a cracked egg leaking out across a sidewalk, and no one nearby had noticed. I smiled, I laughed, I hung out for happy hours, I went to celebrations. I danced and I chatted. But inside, I was slowly falling apart.
Life was catching up with me quickly. Loss of close loved ones, disappointments and freeze points in my career. Friends that I didn't hear from unless I reached out to them first. Never-ending home repairs. A worldwide pandemic. It was a lot, and I felt as if I was carrying it all alone. Gracefully, but alone, until I couldn't anymore.
But, by Grace, I woke up one day and said, I want to live. And not just live, but thrive. And not just thrive, but feel alive. And not just feel alive, but feel my light, just for me, one more time. So I used the one tool I always had nearby, ready to go: I wrote. In my writing, I released. Out of that release, I found centering. In that centering, I found...me. My real voice. My genuine laughter. My true peace. My perfected light. My will to go on. My courage to Rise.
With that said, this guide isn't a memoir, but it does loosely relate to some real experiences that beat me down during an already low point. My hope, my goal in sharing this with you all, is that someone else will find the inner call that they need to climb out of a deep place too.
Whoever you are, wherever you are, please know that I am rooting for you. If no one else ever says this in person, return to these words and try again, as many times as it takes to keep going: Through thought, through spirit, I'm sending my love. You can do this. Be blessed, be well, be you. Always.
Quiana
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