Self Growth
Monday: How do you measure personal growth? How do you know when you’ve grown as a person?

I’m not sure one can measure personal growth. I think you work toward it and at some point it hits you. There’s awareness. You realize your mouth said words no longer belonging to the pattern you hated. You notice your body didn’t make movements that embarrassed you, but rather acted in a way to make you proud.
I treasure my glints of awareness and I try to enhance them within, so that my actions follow suit. I know that I am far from even far away, but I have always been a hard worker and this time I am willing to put in the work for myself. So my enthusiasm is high, my determination doubled, I’m not taking no for an answer — I’m joking of course, these are quotes from management in sales trainings.
I’ve discovered that the work for the self and with the self must be gentle, as if you’re dealing with a rare flower — floarea de colt (Romania’s unique mountain flower) in my case. Each time I chastise myself for something I thought, said or done, something already deemed as “fixed”, I suffer. I retreat into a mire of negative thoughts, sticky, engulfing. And then I have to get out. To coax myself out, soothingly, reminding myself that I’ve done it before, I know the way out, I can do it.
And then there’s forgiveness. It must come from myself to myself over and over again. As if you’re dealing with your baby whom you don’t blame for her vomiting on your best work clothes just when you were about to leave the house (or be on a Zoom call — how times have changed).
I know I’ve grown when I manage to keep nagging words inside (clenched teeth or not, hey you fake it till you make it), angry tones muffled into a tender soothing voice, violent behaviors in my head, turned into conceptual battles. The progress is extremely slow, sometimes infinitesimal, but as long as I notice and I’m part of it I’m content.
I should have started with saying that I’ve been though an awful lot; more than most go through in a lifetime or a few happened to me until I reached thirty. I’ve been broken so many times in so many ways. I’ve also never sought professional counseling and I doubt I ever will — unless someone who read more books than I did is willing to work with me for free (highly doubtful :) — talking about the latter, I’m not being smug.)
Humility is another part of the process — always stay humble and kind (Tim McGraw). And I seek it and I embrace it, which is also very hard. But each time it happens, if I notice, that’s growth, and I move on with a tiny smile of satisfaction to myself and big hugs or other gratifying gestures to my family. After all, they too should be the beneficiaries of my growth.
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Below are poems I wrote when glimpses of growth struck me one way or another.






