Soooooo... Let's pretend like it hasn't been almost three years since my last post O.O
It's about twenty minutes to midnight and approximately ten years since I started this blog. Yowza. Has it really been that long? Somehow it feels like I've lived hundreds of thousands of lifetimes since then. I worry that my writing will be bad. I worry that no one will be able to tell the difference between my fourteen-year-old self and my twenty-four-year-old self. Does it matter?
Blegh, writing feels so awkward. I haven't done this for myself in, well, three years ish? But tomorrow is my twenty-fifth birthday (allegedly when my frontal lobe is due to be fully formed, but I'll let you know...) and I felt like I owed it to myself.
I'm writing this from under an electric blanket in the heart of Athens, Greece—where I've been living for the past two years with the absolute love of my life, Zoë. I used to feel so unlucky in love but the past four years with her have been otherworldly. I am so lucky.
Seeing as I'm a wee rusty on the writing front and I also wanna go to bed at a decent time (since I'm an adult or whatever now :P) I'm not going to try to recap the last however long it's been in this post. Gonna try to keep it concise-ish.
My thoughts on very few of the things I've learned before I hit 25:
- parents can love you infinitely and still find a million and one ways to disappoint you
- things typically don't turn out the way you plan them, but the result tends to be a hoot to yap about
- making time for the things that bring you joy is BEYOND IMPORTANT
- everyone feels like a failure at some point. no two success stories look the same.
- the world is almost certainly on the brink of ending every other day but you'll still find people and places and things to love
