Even the best fall down, sometimes.
They say 18 is when you grow up. Me. I grew up at 21. This year proving to be different than those before it. One where things I never needed to question, I inquired about. So then , I suppose what they say about “Age just being a number” is true. For age doesn’t define experience.
This year I learned a plethora of lessons. Some taking longer to acquire than others, I learned though. I grew. I literally reference my new found growth, to shedding skin. That’s what it feels like at-least. As though I shed. I mean my self-identity is intact.
For usually when people lose a sense of self, they lose sight of who they are, what purpose they serve and what they aim to be. Me, I know the old me and am slowly learning the new parts of me. More importantly I’m taking the time to really understand why I’ve become what I am today.
I can’t honestly say that today, I love every part of me but instead that I am learning to.