It’s official, I’m 21. I’ve been on this earth 21 years and I’m feeling every emotion right now. I’m even getting teary-eyed writing this post. More than anything, it feels good to be alive. I made it to see 21 when many children and teenagers don’t. I’m very proud of how far I’ve come and no one can take that away from me. I’ve accomplished so much in so little time. Best believe I will continue to prosper and accomplish more than I could ever imagine.
I spoke with my papa earlier today – he told me my grandma would be proud. I’m sure she would.
– BRI. V. M.
Weighed down – mentally and physically. Time to cleanse the mind and the body. Keep pushing forward. Take a break when necessary but always push forward.
I’m having trouble sleeping. I’m impatiently waiting. I’m anxious for a time that has not yet arrived. I want to keep moving, but that’s just not how it works. No need to rush. I have to keep sane.
It’s February 11, 2017. I haven’t posted in over a month. It’s crazy how time disappears. So, what have I been up to? Well, I was in Cuba from December 31 – January 11 (watch out for a post on that memorable experience) and I’ve been drowning in school work. It’s only February and I’m already drained. I feel as if 2017 is going to be a challenging, but rewarding year. I’m going to get through it and you are too.
You are here. In this very moment, you are alive. After all that you have been through this year, you are here. How does it feel? …Bittersweet? But it’s out with the old and in with the new. And this is to 2017. A year in which you will live your life like its golden. A year in which you will fall madly in love with yourself. A year in which you will samba to the beat of your own drum. A year in which you will laugh a little more and enjoy the little things. A year in which you will spread peace and happiness to those around you. A year in which you will believe in yourself a little bit more. A year in which you will kick ass. A year in which everything is possible. This is to your hopes, your dreams, and the endless possibilities. This is to 2017.
I hate this feeling. Feeling helpless, feeling stuck. It keeps building until I explode. And when I explode, I explode with a vengeance. Hateful words spew from my mouth. Hot tears roll down my cheeks. The back of my hand bruises from the rage I unleash. And then everything becomes silent…
I myself am sacred. I am my own best friend before anyone is mine.
You yourself are sacred. You are your own best friend before anyone is yours.