I’m turning 24 this week, and while it’s supposed to be a time of young debauchery! personal exploration! making mistakes! or whatever society or GIRLS thinks you’re supposed to be doing in your mid-twenties, I feel like 24 going on 40 and wonder why I’m not accomplished enough, settled enough, or loved enough. And although I’m an annoyingly positive person, it does take a mental toll on me sometimes.
Then out of the blue, the universe throws out little nuggets of love like this one, and I’m reminded of how I’m surrounded by strong, unconditionally caring, beautiful people who I admire for their hard work ethic and upstanding lives. I am such a lucky girl.