22.

I gave myself some time to read through the blog as I’m approaching my 22nd birthday.

It’s weird to know that you’ve been working on something from when you were sixteen, and now you’re still writing in the same place almost at 22. Sometimes I like to think about how much of this stuff really just never quite sinks in, in moments when you know things are always so damn variable. I could be doing anything else, writing something else, working on another project, or facilitating another type of conversation. But every single week, I always keep coming back here, to the place where I’ve grown the most from.

Especially when I think about how I want to spend this next year, in arguably the most tumultuous year of my life, I am hoping I can get a grip on things for once and really just remain confident in the decisions I end up making. I am so anxious about all of the things that could or could not happen when I really could just be focused on trying to give the most immediate tasks in my life the fullest energy going forward.

As I have spent so much of my time trying to really consider where I might be in twelve months, the only thing I feel as though I can confidently see going forward is just to remain hopeful. I am frankly a lot more worried about where I’m going to be heading after school, what I’m going to do, or where I’ll end up after getting a second round of surgery. But I can’t…