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A TV Show Reminded Me Who I Am

 Revisiting old comfort shows helped me stop chasing someone else's happiness and start embracing my own.


“This was once a dream—now it’s my reality. A desk full of color, creativity, and comfort.”

A few days ago, I went back to watching Sam and Cat—yes, that Nickelodeon show from way back. At first, it was just a random nostalgic choice. But what happened next caught me off guard.

Suddenly, I was there again—back in that simpler time, listening to the music I loved, thinking about the movies and books I used to enjoy, even remembering the apps I would spend hours on. And for a moment, I forgot about the worries I carry now. I just enjoyed the show for what it was: silly, loud, funny—and incredibly comforting.

The Unexpected Power of Nostalgia

That small act of revisiting the past gave me a strange but warm sense of peace. It was like a pause button for my current self, a reminder that not everything has to be so heavy.

More than anything, it made me reflect on how far I've come. I realized that the things I used to dream about having as a teenager… I actually have them now.

  • A table full of stationery.

  • My own laptop and tablet.

  • Multiple diaries.

It might sound small or weird to others, but to me? That was my vision of happiness when I was younger. And yet—I never took the time to feel that happiness, because I kept comparing myself to people who seemed to have more.

Chasing the Wrong Things

I fell into the trap:
"She’s doing that… maybe I should too."
"They’re traveling all the time… maybe that’s what success looks like."

So I chased it. And when I finally got some of those things, I didn’t feel fulfilled. In fact, I felt… empty.

Because the truth is: I wasn’t chasing my happiness. I was chasing theirs.

Reclaiming My Joy

That episode of Sam and Cat pulled me back to myself. It reminded me that my joy was never supposed to look like anyone else’s. My happiness is in creating:

  • Embroidery.

  • Making content.

  • Writing.

  • Astrology readings.

  • And yes—listening to music while doing all of the above.

In the process of becoming an adult, I almost lost the being I wanted to be.

But I’m slowly finding her again.

Living in the Now

Since that day, I’ve been feeling more present, more grateful. I’ve stopped obsessing over what’s next, and instead started appreciating what’s now.

Sometimes we really do need to take a step back—not to escape, but to remember.

Remember how far we’ve come.
Remember what used to matter.
Remember who we used to be before the world told us who to become.

I Don’t Want to Be a People Pleaser Anymore

I want to be Me.
And being Me—honestly, wholeheartedly—is what’s going to keep me going.

📌 Reflection Prompt :

What’s one song, show, or memory that instantly takes you back to a time you felt safe or inspired? 

Revisit it. Let it guide you home to yourself again.

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