And I hope you remember how far you’ve come. I hope you take the time to congratulate yourself. I hope you know you have it in you. I hope you reach your potential. I hope you know you’re everything and more.
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.
AM I DOING THIS RIGHT?
WHERE WILL I BE?
and the most important question of all:
WHAT. THE. FUCK. AM. I. DOING?
These questions consume my mind weekly. At times I feel inadequate. Because at times it seems as if I’m just not “there” yet – whatever “there” means. Perhaps this is due to the fact that there is pressure to achieve and do things by a certain age. It’s this condescending statement that always gets under my skin, “Well you’re [insert age] years old now” so basically you need to have your shit together. Well guess fucking what?! I don’t, not like you want me to have my shit together. I’m still learning and figuring shit out. There’s so much pressure to get “there” but I’ve realized that “there” is only a concept. There’s no such thing. Everyone moves at their own pace, lives their own lives, and does what the hell they want to do. It comes a time where you have to realize you are the one that is living your life, no one else. Take those outside opinions with a grain of salt and make sure you’re in tune with the star player in your life – yourself.