2018, you were something else. You were so full of everything. You pushed me further out of my comfort zone than I’d ever been, taught me how to truly be alive, watched me as I struggled to learn a lot of painful lessons, and more than anything you gave me endless opportunities to grow and to really discover myself. You were far from perfect, but so am I- and I think that alone is what allows me to sit here right now looking back on you without regretting a single thing. I can’t do you justice in one post, I’ve tried. This is probably my tenth time trying to piece everything together and this still isn’t as great as it could be. I probably won’t be happy with this even when I finally publish. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned from you as far as my writing, it’s that sometimes I just need to push perfection as far out of my mind as possible so I can share my thoughts authentically. So I can stop focusing on trying to be an incredible writer and start being honest with myself....
Welcome to the stories that have made and continue to make me who I am.