August 27, 2014
I feel like I’m starting to grow up. I’m staring down 25, one month away. For each day I feel that I’m getting old, I have days where I feel equally young. Days where I’m not so sure how I ended up here because I swear I blinked and 5 years went by. I say I feel like I’m growing up not because of where I am in life, nor my age, but because of who I’m working to become. To my core I’m a list-making, goal-oriented kind of person who constantly strives to learn more, push further, look deeper and become more Grace. Only recently though have I been able to step outside and observe myself. It’s a strange thing to become more self-aware, to notice your habits (good and bad) and then actively work to cultivate the good and alter the bad. To become more conscious of your body, your thoughts, your words and your voice. Growing up is a powerful feeling.
Someday I hope to be a version of myself that likes tomatoes, beets, fennel and cilantro. For now, I work them in with things I really like, like fruit.