21

Saturday, February 15, 2014

My birthday was on the 8th...and it's strange and yet not strange to be 21.

I feel the same as I did the night before, when I was still 20. And yet...I was already different.

Something changed in me at the start of the year.

I felt lost, confused, struggling through winter.

I wanted to be anything I'm not.



But slowly, I've slipped into a new me. In some ways it feels familiar and comforting like the old me and now there's parts that are new, that have changed and shifted.

But tonight, I am content. I am me. And me is...chai lattes, yoga pants + long sweaters, blunt long bangs, wearing dark colors, seeking sunlight. Not wanting a fuss to be made over me. Being drawn to dark, moody photos and the elusive emptiness of expansive plains + tall smoky mountains. Thin gold rings, scarves and scarves knotted, an increasing introvertedness that loves quiet.

It's me.



2 comments:

  1. Happy birthday!! And lovely introspection... thank you for sharing. Sometimes our souls need winters in order to appreciate the spring. :)

    With love,
    aspirer

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    1. Thank you, lovely! I quite agree - I wouldn't trade this winter for anything...I love how you put it. :)

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