source: handwritten in my passion planner
There’s no point in this paragraph other than to spill, to share, to put something concrete to the abstractness of life. A few weeks ago I wrote this on paper with a pen, with scribbles and swirls, and I’m just… creating a readable, digital copy and publishing it because I can. enjoy š
My twenty-four-year-old self, ready for the next chapter of my life that is now here, with bustling opportunities coming my way. It’s a time of vibrancy, and gratitude, and productivity and rest, self exploration and navigation amongst the third year of a pandemic, a time of uncertainty. Yet so much clarity and it’s ongoing – these realizations, the reframing, the relearning and journey of making it through while experiencing immense joy, lingering waves of doubt like something big is missing, and feeling so afraid and mixed with my heart beating, then such pride – all of that, all the greatness and unprecedented aspects and evolution merging and lashing and breathing. And it is beautiful. I laugh often to the point my jaws become sore. I shriek with delight and my heart feels warm, all the time. I have found my person. The future has become so so blissfully clear, yet so filled of the unknown, and the unexpected, and there is more to fear. I have enjoyed my days of work and endless viewing of languages, happenings, and ideas… And I am ready for what else is out there – the next step. Turning pages in my book of growth. My moments of sweet simplicity – and sweet, sweet indulgences, and intense bouts of stress and self-reflection – with myself, with the people I love, and my love. And I am also so inspired and rejuvenated, as I continue to be gentle with myself, to chase my dreams, and to create – whatever that may be. and also to just be. and then create, and be again. to love and cherish. to fall, and dive, and crash, and then look up… and rise.
