I started my evening routine of making and enjoying a cup of tea the same as I always do-I know, how Grandma of me-but this time, as I looked at the little message printed on the side of the tab on my tea bag, I paused. The words “When was the last time you did something for the first time?” stared back at me, and it made wonder, when was the last time? The question haunted me the whole time I sat drinking my tea. Not because I couldn’t remember the last time, but because how long ago could it have been if I can’t remember it?
Trying new things should be something that is incorporated into every day life. I was always the sibling that was curious, the one who would stumble along after my older brother wanting to do everything that he did. I had no fear, not of failure, not of getting hurt. In my young years I was driven purely by my curiosity-well, and partly the fact that I wanted my brother and his friends to think I was the “cool” little sister-and it kind of disappoints me that I am no longer this curious.
A crucial part of growing up is figuring out who you are as a person. What you like, what you don’t, who you like and don’t, and in my 23 years on this planet, I have certainly developed a sense of self. But, as human beings, our interests and our selves, change on the daily basis, and because of this our self exploration is a lifelong process.
Because of this one little tea bag, I will be taking the time out each day to try something new and in doing so, hope to learn a little bit more about myself. I hope that you will all do the same.