You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go...
It's time for the annual birthday post and exercise in pure, unadulterated vanity. I love it. I love me.
Seventeen had a lot of change. Remember? I do. I remember seventeen being a big year, a year that started out okay, had a lot of confusion and frustration and sadness in the middle, and just kind of lined up at the end. Seventeen looked like this.
And with all that baggage, all those complicated emotions swirling around me, I'm going on to eighteen. Here's to you, eighteen. Here's to everything you'll bring. I love you already.