The Beauty of the Present
/You can ask anyone who knows me, I’ve been a romantic my whole life. My favorite books and movies all center around romance. Growing up, I believed in this “Cinderella” storyline—that my life would “start” when I met my prince charming. I believed that my life would be marked by the moment we met. And when something like this moment didn’t come at what I deemed an acceptable age, I was pretty lost.
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I turned 25 years old this month, and it has been a journey getting here. Scientifically, your brain is supposed to be fully developed at 25, so I guess there is no longer an excuse for being a knucklehead anymore. But the truth is, I still feel 12 years old—unsure of myself, worried about making friends, and fighting off acne on my forehead. All of those challenges remain, except now I have a light bill to pay too.