My life has taken a lot of surprising turns. A lot. The reality is, I’m not always sure how I made it to where I am.
When I was 17, I almost died.
When I was 19, I almost died.
It’s not that I’m not glad to be alive- I am. But I have found very few people who understand, or even desire to understand, the traumas I’ve lived through or the ways those have changed me. That’s rough, some days.
It’s been a stressful summer. My income hasn’t quite been what it once was. My passion for my career isn’t what it once was. It leaves a lot of unknowns in my future, even more than usual.
I don’t fit into a box, and I love that about myself. I’m not even a little bit like anyone I’ve ever known. Yet I sometimes think the people around me want me to fit in a box. They want to compartmentalize me in a way that is neat and tidy and easy to understand.
I don’t know what the future holds, and truth be told, I’m a teensy bit afraid of it. But I’m excited too. Sometimes I just wish it would just hurry up and get here.