It has been a month since I've posted anything. I would apologize, but words mean nothing without actions to back them up. All I can say is that I will try to post more frequently, but for now, here's something to start with.
Being a young adult delivers many challenges to hurtle through. Not only is post-secondary difficult on its own, but you throw in a part-time job, attempts at a social life and romance, and the body overloads. I wish I could say being 20 is easy; hell, it looks simple on paper. Trying to live through it, trying to keep your head above water can prove more difficult than ever believed. It seems that whenever you add one positive thing in your life, such as socializing, five negatives come along for the ride.
So here I sit and write, reflecting on the past month. I have spent my money foolishly, I have loved and lost, I have skipped sleeping for catching up on missed homework and I have made mistakes. Some would say being 20 is when you ought to make mistakes, when you test the waters and see what truly works for you. I have yet to find my niche, the place where I belong and feel safe as opposed to wandering about blind and vulnerable. However, I suppose that's what being 20 years old is really about: finding yourself.
(Wilfred silk blazer, Pure top, Long Tall Sally printed silk pants)