change

Some may get tired of living in the same neighborhood for their entire life, but I love it. I’ve been able to see the way it’s changed, see who’s come and gone, watched the neighborhood kids grow up and been able to make many memories here.

Resolutions do not indicate a betrayal of the past, but more of a betrothed brighter future. In your resolve to resolute throughout 2023, strive for glimmers of improvement, rather than bold flashes of drastic change.

Gray. The color of the fog and mist over the water, clouding my view of everything I have ever known. I fear that one day I will forget. I don’t want to forget.

Most people consider Halloween a day to party and eat junk food, but it brings up nostalgic feelings of what it was like to be a child. Although I’ve adopted new Halloween traditions, I’ve had to say goodbye to old ones. I’ve come to realize that Halloween is a reminder that the process of growing up involves going through changes. 

I find myself incredibly grateful now, finally, for things that I always should’ve been grateful for.

With a string of fizzled friendships and explosive fallouts behind me, I now understand that change doesn’t need to be a big scary thing.

Unlearning years of emotional repression was in no way easy, but it was healthier than the alternative path I had been wandering down the entire duration of my childhood.

We never fully overcome a loss, but we evolve to accept that loss. My parents have significant others who are not each other, and I am happy for them.

In my mind, I had been and would always be the world’s best chameleon: I knew what people expected of me, and that’s exactly what I showed them.

My clasped control on my manicured identity had given me multiple eating disorders and a vapid social circle with no one to really talk to.