There's one thing I know with such a certainty that if I was to un-know it I would subsequently stop breathing. This is the one thing that pushes exhales from my soul and keeps my heart beating. If I know anything in this world... It's this one crucial thing.
I don't know about you, but I'm feeling like a college senior who thought college would set me on a permanent life path, but instead I am left with more questions, more interests to pursue, and a list of a mere 22 things that I have learned.
In addition to praying for this good Samaritan, Alex and I will be making a donation to the Catholic Archdiocese of Canberra (I have a huge feeling that Father James is from there although I can't be certain) in his name.
The key with exploration is to welcome and embrace it. Don't expect instant answers, don't force yourself into a box created by others, and most importantly don't force yourself into a box you created.
Uncertainty is surging through your veins right now at lightning speed, and while tempting to offer words of warning and advice, all I can really do is stand in silence at your bravery. And stubbornness.
Looking back at my second decade, or my #messytwenties, I see a blur of transitions, transformations, revolutions and lots of tequila shots. In a nutshell, in our 20s, we are mostly wrong -- especially because we think we are so right.
I've been asked by men and women, young and old, acquaintances and strangers and family and friends. In intimate settings and public forums. By medical professionals (with no regard to my health), cabbies and cashiers.
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I hope there is something spontaneous in the next few years that my passport isn't expecting. I hope I am inspired more than expected, eat more than intended, laugh more than anticipated, and fall in love with more places than one could ever dream of.
You were too scared to commit to the avocado and now you've left it too late. All it wanted was to be yours. But you missed your window. Avos don't wait for long. They never do. Especially the good ones.
I don't want to show the world that I am vulnerable. I want to sit securely in the knowledge that no one on Instagram knows that I often lay awake in bed at night, staring into the darkness, feeling like I could drown in anxiety.
So while it would be easy to look back with ample remorse and bitterness, as I am further removed from signing my name on the divorce papers, I find myself grateful. For the opportunity to learn (albeit the hard way) and grow into someone who embraces her independence.