As I prepare for my move and bring all the things from my former life in Miami to my new grown-up life in NYC, it's come to my realization that even though things can completely fall apart, there's always a way to bring them back together. It's not like this is a newsflash, or something I just learned: this is just something that I'm experiencing in a whole new way.
On the outside, I always look like everything is fine and dandy; I never really want people to think otherwise--it's no one's business but my own. However, there are instances when I feel that sharing my experiences and circumstances with others might help those who feel like things have fallen apart for them. So, I will share this:
My life was a wreck and it was all my fault. I screwed things up horribly and have been suffering the consequences silently for a long time. Only by taking a few steps back am I able to say that things are now coming up roses. Yes, they are still seedlings, but I can already smell their sweet scent. Because of the life I've led, no one can truly understand how nervous/excited/happy/scared I am to ride this new wave; none of it matters though, I am jumping in and savoring the splash.
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Good for you! So long as you learn and grow, and you are it seems.
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