I increasingly think that growing up does not mean knowing everything. It means allowing yourself to do something for the first time, even if you are an adult. 🧠💫

When we are little - the first time is at every step. The first step, the first word, the first day without mom in kindergarten, the first day at school, the first fight, the first A, the first snow on the lips, the first kiss. 👶❄️💋

And then suddenly everything becomes familiar and safe. You know what bread to buy, what pasta to cook, what to wear to work tomorrow. You walk the same streets, watch the same TV series, say hello to the same people. 🔄🏙

And sometimes I get scared that I might wake up one day and realize that there is no “first time” in my life anymore. 😨⏳

That’s why I sometimes make up a new “first time” on purpose. 🎯🌟

Once I went ice skating, even though I hadn’t been skating since I was a kid. I fell, laughed, and caught other people’s hands. I had bruises for a week. But I remember that feeling — when the ice is under the blade, and you’re still unsure, but happy. ⛸😂💙

Once I signed up for a dance class, even though I don’t know how to dance. It was awkward, but somehow easy. 💃🕺

I can buy a fruit that I’ve never tried. I can go to a cafe alone and order a dish that I know nothing about. 🍍☕️

I recently bought a train ticket to a city where I don’t know anyone. I just walked around and window-shopped, ate street food, chatted with an ice cream vendor, even though it was cold. 🚂🌆🍦

The first time isn’t always about great deeds. Sometimes it’s something small. The first time trying to stay home on Friday and not feel FOMO. The first time turning off your phone for the whole day. The first time saying “no” to something you always said “yes” to. 📵✋

Each of these “first times” makes me feel like I’m not frozen inside. That I can still be surprised and surprise myself. 🔥🎁

I like to imagine that I have a lot of “firsts” ahead of me. And if suddenly it seems like everything has frozen, I take and find another first step. 🚪🌈