I wrote a post at the beginning of 2016 about all the things that I hoped for myself this year and reading back through it, I am pleased to see that I’m actually following through. This year I’ve ventured outside of my comfort zone so much and so often that I just kind of live there now. And as terrifying at that can be sometimes, I can feel myself growing as a person.
I know that I will struggle…hell, I’m struggling already and I’ve barely got one foot in the door. But I would rather fight tooth and nail for every piece of the life I want and deserve, than settle for one out of fear of failure.
A few days ago, I was going through my storage chest, trying to get together any supplies from last semester that could be salvaged and used again this upcoming semester, and I found a letter. A letter I wrote to my self, almost exactly 365 days ago.
This is a new year. A new beginning. And things will change….the time for bending to fear and insecurities are over. This is a year of chasing dreams and pursuing every opportunity. This year, I’m gonna be stronger, and a braver me.