2017 was a great, but in a way embarrassing, year for me. Maybe that’s the mark of growth: when you look back and realize how much better you could have done things, if you were only as wise then as you are now. To be able to say that about a year alone is big
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“All I wanted was my art and the chance to be the creator of my own world, my own reality. I wanted the open road and new beginnings every day.” ― Charlotte Eriksson Quick recap of 2017: I launched the year carrying a freshly-diagnosed depression, which changed to bipolar a few months later. I experienced
In first year college, I was introduced to the idea of having an advocacy. I felt a certain pressure from not having any, so I randomly sought one. Eventually, I landed on literacy. I did an English research paper on it, and ended it there. Yes, I loved reading and felt that everyone deserved the
While most people dread turning twenty-five, I find myself excited. I empathize with the feeling that you need to be X by the time you’re Y, but I try not to see the quarter-life mark as a finish line. It’s just a milestone mark that will only open up more paths and take me further.