What Haven’t I Changed My Mind About?
I used to think coffee was just coffee, bread was just bread, and socks were just socks. Now coffee comes with an ethical compass, bread is either a deadly gluten bomb or a gut-healing miracle depending on which guru you ask, and socks, well, I’m told bamboo ones are saving the planet while my plain white cotton ones are hastening its doom. Apparently, even my feet have moral consequences.
But that’s the funny, everyday layer of it. Underneath, the bigger changes of mind have been the ones that knocked me sideways.
I used to think strength was all about holding your ground, being tough, swallowing tears and never letting anyone see you fall apart. The world clapped for that version of me. But the truth? That was just survival mode disguised as bravery. These days, I know real strength is being able to say “I’m not okay right now” and letting the mask slip. Vulnerability, it turns out, has muscles I never noticed before.
I also used to think love was about finding “the one” who would make everything fall into place, someone who’d be the missing piece of my puzzle. Now I’ve learned it’s not about someone swooping in to complete me, but about knowing my own worth so I don’t hand it away and hope someone else will carry it for me. Love is a dance, not a rescue mission.
And then there’s certainty. In my twenties, I thought I knew everything. By my thirties, I was even more convinced (and insufferable about it). My forties started to shake that illusion loose, and somewhere along the way I discovered how liberating it is to say “I don’t know.” These days, I shrug more, I ask more questions, and I enjoy the freedom of being wrong. Certainty is heavy; curiosity is lighter.
So yes, I’ve changed my mind about just about everything. And honestly, I hope I never stop. The day I stop questioning, learning, laughing at myself, or shifting perspective would be the day I’d truly be stuck.
If I’ve learned anything, it’s this: life is less about being right and more about being willing to keep growing. Even if that means one day I’ll be sipping mushroom coffee in bamboo socks while eating gluten-free bread and saying, “Well, maybe I was wrong again.”
And I’ll probably be happier for it.
Mae 🧡
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 
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