Monday, June 16, 2014
twenty-seven. you were a learning experience. you were rejection, jubilation, frustration, anticipation. you were mornings waking up so sad i could barely breathe through the rushing of tears. you were nights spent in delirious happiness with a man who makes me want to be my best self. you were fear, in so many forms. you were remembering to be a big sister first. you were acceptance of the fact that my life isn't always going to go according to plan. you were a second degree and the decision to pursue a new path.
twenty-eight. i hope you're a year i can be proud of. i hope there's more good than bad. i hope i learn to control my emotions, not stifle them. i hope i remember to live, and laugh, and love. i hope there are more adventures to be had. i hope i begin to see the light at the end of the tunnel. i hope i learn more about everything. just learn and learn and learn. i hope you're the best year i've ever had.