07/29/2022
π π«Άπ»ππ«Άπ» Another July 18 and I would say this is my favorite in a long while. Spent Saturday by the pool, Sunday at a campfire and in the city, and the entire two weeks eating lots of yummy foods and taking lots of photographs. Shoutout to who made me my dream cake after I sent her some ideas of what I had in mind (inside Freshland Supermarket in Scarborough)
The best way I know how to process the past couple years is to write. About the story of a girl who lost it all but found peace behind the phone. Wasted time, lost love, faded memories of a not-in-the-moment lifeβ¦ nobody warns you about what happens when you are broken hearted in a world that is breaking apart. Itβs a cliche story, and so it goes.
When you find the right environment, the right people, the right love, the right purpose, every moment is a moment you feel alive. You no longer have to use social media to validate your worth. To gain the weight of past mistakes but still fall down small rabbit holes. To live on begged and borrowed time.
People change for better or worse through life. So grateful to those who are watching this journey as I grow upβ¦ over which I thought I would have more anxiety. I hope the next year will be good and Iβm excited and scared. As ever.