November.
I used to hate this place. I wanted to graduate, start work, move to Maryland with who I thought was “the one” and never turn back. I was ready to leave all my friends and start an “adult” life. I thought I had it all figured out and that everything was perfect. At 21.
21
It frightens me that I could ever wish my life away like that. And it frightens me how I ever thought that was “perfect.”
I have found happiness within myself that I never knew possible. I have found friends who have picked me up off the floor and built me back to me. A better me.
I used to tell myself every morning, “wake up, be a shark, be happy.” I used to tell myself that, but not actually live up to it. I used to walk through my day to day tasks and be happy, but not fulfilled. There was always something holding me back from doing what I wanted.
There are so many little things I do now, that I haven’t done in years. Things that make me happy. Life is so good. I’m living life for ME, and I never want to turn back.
