I think in all reality though, I’ve finally realized that none of that really matters. The only way to truly feel content is to appreciate myself for who I am every day. Others praising me for the little achievements and goals I pass along the way is just icing on the cake. I am me because of all of the little decisions I make; that is what makes my presence and life different than anyone else in the world. People I encounter are going to be mean, not appreciate me, and not appreciate the work that I do. So what. If they don’t see that value that I bring to them, then they are of no value to me.

I suppose I am being so introspective because my 27th birthday is approaching. And over the past few years, when it comes time to add that additional digit to my age, I start to think a lot. There are things I wish to accomplish and goals I have for the future, and I will be proud when I get to those moments in my life. I am currently working on buying a home, I would like to have a family of my own, and would like to dedicate more time to cultivating my creativity. I feel blessed with the people that have been a part of my life and still are. I feel lonely and incomplete at times, but who doesn’t? Just trying to stay me and not lose me.