i have waves in my bangs..?
it is surreal and bizarre to reach a point in your life where you can reflect back and mourn on so many things. mourn the changes in yourself, the losses of friends, events, and lives, of comings and goings and relationships and what could have been and what once was.
but it is equally as strange to accept these things as part of you; these experiences, however tragic or fleeting, that make you whole--even if by making you whole, they have taken away a piece of you.
acceptance and adaptation are the biggest things i've learned in these stages of Growing Up and Getting Older. if these things hadn't happened to me at the times that they did, i would not be the me that i know today.
i'm rambling. that's okay too.
i'm at such a strong point of acceptance of myself as of now and i am so ready to move on and do big and great things. i am ready to Keep Going. it's exhausting to reach a plateau, one of not going anywhere and not actively trying to improve yourself. the rest of this year needs to be about big gestures and friendships and risks and Fucking Shit Up. put these ideas of being stagnant and lazy and idle on the back-burner and just fucking floor it. floor it and be reckless and learn things. muss up my hair, crawl out of bed early, live life and do it big.
ain't nothing stopping me, you know?