29 sucked. and that is ok — there are good years, and there are growth years. i’m grateful for them all the same.

this year was great in many ways i wouldn’t change — despite the growing pains.

this year i was proud to be proud of myself. this year i was the strongest version of myself.

this year i re-learned and confirmed that it always takes longer and happens differently. that expectations and anticipations are accomplices of anxiety. i’ve been happier with what is, how it feels, and accepting what’s in my control along the way. and i’m making progress everyday.

this year i caught a better glimpse of who I am. and i’m learning to be patient to get there. being strong enough to slow down, to ask, to listen, to wait. to be my own example and trust the gray.