So who cares if no one is really getting any younger...

An old photo taken on one my sister and I's spontaneous picnics. I can still remember how I felt at that moment. How amazing the sun felt as it kissed my skin. I was me without fear or worry, just me.

In a few days time I'm turning 25 and I still feel like I don't have everything figured out. That is the reality I live with when it comes to the direction I'm heading, but I don't fear it at all. Not feeling a sense of urgency is what would usually scare me but I if there is one thing I know now at this point in my life - it's me. 

24 was tough and fulfilling. I made impulsive decisions that were a major mistake but I think was extremely crucial to the kind of woman I am becoming. I guess, as for being a woman - other than giving birth to another human being, there is probably nothing more intimate and more personal than the experience of change and getting to know oneself; from your mindset, your body, your identity and  to the very core of your soul.It's one of the best love affairs a woman can ever have.

I don't know anything else from what is external, all I know now is coming from within. I know what I want career-wise - how to get there is what I'm trying to figure out. I have no time for games, nor the capacity to take bullshit from anyone.This is the point in my life where my skin is the most comfortable space for me to grow.My flaws or scars are not something I'm ashamed off  and I'm done daydreaming. 

I am becoming the woman I'm supposed to be.Now, if this is 25... I sure as hell can't wait to be 30!