Last year, I wrote this post about no longer being the girl “who was so broken, she let her sexuality scream loud so her scared whimpers couldn’t be heard.”
And then I moved out and managed to sink even lower than my past before emerging like a phoenix out of the ashes of a destroyed girl to become a woman.
I’ve come a long way since last summer alone.
I used to be the girl…
…Who was afraid of taking chances.
…Who thought she wasn’t good enough for true friends.
…Who believed she had to have a degree to succeed.
…Who no longer believed in love.
…Who let people walk over her just to avoid conflict.
…Who felt the need to write ‘crowd pleaser’ blogs.
…Who thought that blogs needed to have lots of comments to be ‘good’.
…Who stopped living for herself.
I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can’t see from the center.
Since then I’ve become the girl who jumps into snow piles in the middle of the night after dancing the night away. I’ve learned to take chances.
I’m no longer letting boundaries lock me in.
If you told me a year ago that I would be a freelance writer studying Journalism, about to move in with her incredible boyfriend, I would’ve laughed in your face.
If you told me a year ago that I would actually make it on my own, and still maintain a relationship with my parents, I wouldn’t have believed a word you said.
If you told me a year ago that I would be a part of this amazing blogging community and continue to meet wonderful people all over the country, I would’ve been pretty skeptical.
If you told me a year ago that I would have people in my life who love and respect me despite my quirks and that even if people don’t like me, I’d be confident enough to stick to who I am, I’d ask you what kind of drugs you were on.
In the last year, I have:
Traveled to Boston on my first domestic flight.
Seen two plays (One at the National Theatre and the other at the Kennedy Center)
Almost drowned and did a keg stand in the same night.
Transferred schools and took on a Journalism minor.
Became the DC 20Somethings Relationship Examiner.
Fell in love.
Made a fool of myself in public and had a blast doing it.
I have been pretty damn lucky but I’ve worked hard for it.
I’m about to turn 25 and even though I am nowhere near where I thought I would be in my life at the age of 25, I am on an even better path.
Next stop: Unknown but I’m gonna have a helluva good time getting there.
My only advice as a (almost) 25 year old?
Take chances and don’t be afraid to take a leap. Life is boring without the scrapes and bruises.