Ready to Learn

It's only been hitting me recently how young I am.

Yes, I know, this is going to be a youth complaining about their youth, but believe me: I've felt older than my years for a long time. I've felt disconnected from my peers socially and unfortunately efficient with my goals. The weight of my stresses and anxiety and depression aged me.

Recently, however, I've felt legitimately, authentically young.

It was weird.

Something in my brain clicked recently, and it's the overwhelming euphoria of potential. (Exaggerated, of course.)

But really. It makes me incredibly happy to think of the growth I've yet to feel, the potential and possibility of the future, and how much there is for me to learn out there.

There is so much to learn out there, in terms of art and theater and production and music and personality and culture and history, and I'm finally open. I'm ready.