In honour of Black History Month I asked the following question across my socials and listed below are some of the profound and interesting responses that I received…
Have you ever asked yourself what your biggest fears are?
When people ask us what we are afraid of we tend to think about tangible/physical things or things that are very obvious to us. For example some people have a fear of dogs and others have a fear of heights.
But have you ever considered what it is that you are actually afraid of?
As some of you may or may not know I’ve been living in Shanghai, China since July 2017.
I decided to move to China mainly because I wanted a new challenge. I wanted to do something different, outside of my comfort zone that would help me with my personal development and growth journey. I also wanted to experience a different culture first hand. Most importantly I knew that it would provide me with some great life lessons.
So what have I learnt since being in China?
Before 2015 I had never really considered what it really meant to set myself goals or what it meant to work on my own personal development. The only real goals I had ever set myself centered on my academics. I always aimed high and was only satisfied with grades that reflected this.
I was recently asked to write a letter to my 15 year old self as part of a series for The Growing Colours website. I found it quite challenging but worthwhile, so I wanted to share it on my own personal blog.
Prior to university, I definitely did not take my relationship with God very seriously. At that time in my life I wouldn’t have even described myself as a lukewarm Christian. On a scale of 1 – 10, I was probably about a 3.5/4. I never really understood what believing in God was or what it meant to me. I believed because I was brought up to believe. My lack of enthusiasm for anything God-related was evident. My prayer life consisted of “Thank you God” and I felt much happier on Sundays when I could sleep in.
The truth is I had never really thought about what being black meant to me until I was in sixth form. Up until that point I guess ‘I did not notice colour,’ (which is funny considering the type of person I am now). And as a Londoner I had been exposed to multiculturalism from a young age.
I was soon freed of that ‘colour blindness’ when I attended a predominately white sixth form. I had never felt so black before.