Seven Thousand Six Hundred Sixty Five

That’s a big number, it’s the number of days I will have been a person on February 10th, 2019. It’s felt really fast recently – growing up. From our first days in Kindergarten to our high school graduation we understood our entire world because it was small and tangible. Growing up in an isolated community made it even more true. Gossip toppled regimes, people were ostracized globally, and being different meant you were the only one like that in the world. It was weird, right? It made people self-conscious, it made normal a celebrated characteristic – it normalized normal. Sure, there were the rock stars, the artists, and the performers but the only thing different between them and those of us who wanted to be normal was that they had already learned to be self-confident instead.

So here we are, at twenty-one, and I’ve decided to start being self-confident. I want to do the things I’m excited to do without worrying what people will think. For me, it’s writing more often and taking photography a little more seriously. I’m excited to try and be the best me I can, and I’m looking forward to reading this – when I decided to be myself, when I eventually am that person. So, welcome for any people watching, I hope you enjoy.