My Thoughts

Getting older is trash.  So suddenly, the entire vision I had of the world has changed.  The loving and caring and kind vision and ideas I had of the world have been shifted. The person that I was four months ago, I think she is nearly dead. She is still there, but a part of her has been striped away. The person that I was in high school, I mostly hope she is gone for good.  In March I kept telling other people that goodness would come out of this mess. Goodness came, but not at all in the shape that I thought it would.  Goodness came in the form of late night, hour long snacks and baking with my sister. Goodness came in unexpected conversations with new friends. Ones that would not have happened otherwise.  Goodness came in the form of hours of time spent thinking about who I am and who I want to be.  Goodness came in a new "type" of community at school. One that was more virtual and looked a lot different but still remained. It came ...