So Hold on to Your Heart...
Sometimes journaling online is a pain in the ass, because one wrong click and you lose it all... in short, I'm starting to become myself.
Staying home, watching movies depicting people I thought I wanted to emulate, drinking excessive amounts of tea. I'm going to start writing again. There was always a reason I carted these notebooks with me wherever I moved, wherever I went. It's time to embrace who I am, who I was starting to be when I left for college. Most people say that college shaped them, guided them into who they were meant to become, and maybe it did the same for me. The person I was building in high school, combined with the person I thought I was in college...they're starting to meet each other, to make friends with themselves and flesh me out.
Figuring out who you're meant to be isn't as simple as reading a book, or having one life-changing experience. It's remembering who you were, trying to understand who you are, and reconciling those people with the person you envisioned.
Being an adult isn't easy, and I laugh when I realize I used to think things would be different, or at least like a sitcom, when I finally put on big-girl pants to face the world. Now, I sit back, and waste my young-adulthood with the internet and some tea.
Staying home, watching movies depicting people I thought I wanted to emulate, drinking excessive amounts of tea. I'm going to start writing again. There was always a reason I carted these notebooks with me wherever I moved, wherever I went. It's time to embrace who I am, who I was starting to be when I left for college. Most people say that college shaped them, guided them into who they were meant to become, and maybe it did the same for me. The person I was building in high school, combined with the person I thought I was in college...they're starting to meet each other, to make friends with themselves and flesh me out.
Figuring out who you're meant to be isn't as simple as reading a book, or having one life-changing experience. It's remembering who you were, trying to understand who you are, and reconciling those people with the person you envisioned.
Being an adult isn't easy, and I laugh when I realize I used to think things would be different, or at least like a sitcom, when I finally put on big-girl pants to face the world. Now, I sit back, and waste my young-adulthood with the internet and some tea.