So there's this trend going on right now where everyone is sharing photos of themself from 2016. Looking back I find very little from that time but when i scroll throught the #personal tag on this very old blog I am reminded why. I had just started a new job at the coolest pet store, turned 22, explored more of my sexual identity but at the ned of the day was incredibly lonely, anxious, and self conscious. I hadn't really had a serious relationship yet and I had lots of friends but all I vented online was misery. I think that's fitting for 22 - I was supposed to be lost. Once my junior year started things really hit the fan. Maybe a combination of my overly self involved mindset and being friends with other lost 22 year old but I went through a pretty awful friend group break up. I almost flunked out of several classes but I made it through. I'd like to thank this blog for being my corner of the internet to yell at. I'm 31 right now, turning 32 in April. I am much more sure of myself, my body, my love life. 10 years is a world of difference. Thank 22 yo me for being a fool, you got us here to such a magical life. I love you so much. I'm so glad you didn't have it all figured out, got to have a lot of wonderful surprises.
