24 Years Old

March 21, 2018

24 years old. I’ve learned a lot, I’ve grown a lot, I’ve lost a lot. I’ve been gifted with love and patience and fantastic people. I’ve taken risks, I’ve handled crises, I’ve proven to myself that I am so, so capable. I’m finally making big efforts to take care of myself the way I deserve and to recognize the kind of care I deserve from others. I have been given ample opportunity to care for others, to learn to do that better.

I can hardly name all the love that has come into my life in the past year. You know who you are. Thank you.

Here’s to another one with just as many adventures and discoveries, and maybe not so many catastrophes.

Butterfly Magic

March 2018

One of the best moments of this past weekend for me, in which I celebrated my upcoming birthday (Wednesday 21st!) with my boyfriend was this:

Standing in the gem vault at the Houston Museum of Natural Science, surrounded by literal shining decadence, wearing my princess outfit that looked just as good in reality as it did in my head, listening as Bach’s Solo Cello Suite No. 5 played just loud enough. I closed my eyes and swayed to the music and felt just as good as I believed I should feel when celebrating myself and my accomplishments and survival over the past year. We’d been at the museum for 6 and a half hours, and I still liked it, myself, and Benjamin.

Sometimes magic is in little pieces, all handed to you at one time. Thank you, love, for standing in the magic with me.