I think back of all the people that have tickled and caressed my soul in fresh ways over the course of the final year of my twenties – soon to be complete.
I would be lying if I said I am not terrified of acknowledging how far I stand from the day I was born.
I would be lying if I say I’m standing exactly where I had pictured myself five years ago or that I am completely sure of how tall I would be standing in five years.
What I do know is I will be heading into the thirties feeling a tad bit more comfortable with the idea of being disappointed over and over before I stumble into human beings that ignite, hammer and polish my mind.
I have discovered many beautiful minds along my way without even looking.
I’ve been pleasantly inspired, opened up, laughed and learned and been fascinated beyond the typical everyday encounters without concsiously trying,
and I will have my restored optimism as my takeaway for the years and pages that follow.