Strawberry pound cake candle

Every new year I come to this page and I make a quiet edit. It feels so beautiful and secretive to me. Maybe beautiful isn't the best way to describe it, but it makes sense to me. I started this blog at 17 years old, a college freshman, and a very quiet girl. Now here I am, 23 years old and I still have the same joy every time I open up my blog page. Do I feel the same as back then? Do I feel the same stress? Do I look the same? I don't really know what to say. Today feels extremely different from yesterday, so I can't imagine what 2 years ago would feel like.

Every day I feel like I know something new. Or at least I feel like I understand something differently. I would love to say that at 17 years old I knew everything I knew today, but the reality is that I had no clue what life was about. Thankfully I had an image of success and joy in mind no matter the case. But today I feel like I understand my situation more than ever. 4 years later I will probably say the same thing. I think that's the funny part. Do we ever understand? Or do we reach a point where the answer is slowly approaching but we choose to close our eyes?

Can you tell I am just writing whatever is on my mind? Today feels surprisingly long and I am not complaining. Longer days, please. Shorter nights. I feel restless when I have to go to bed. Okay, this is getting random. I will leave this on a positive note. Goodbye, everyone! Tomorrow will be a nice day if you let it be.