I’m still fearful of the unknown. I have a million questions about my future, the path I’ll take and the person I want to become. But at 21, I feel like I have a little more clarity than I did even just a year ago. That’s kind of beautiful. By no means do I have it all figured out, but I know more than I did last year. And that’s all I can ask for.

I realize that it’s not the sleepover you have with your two friends at the age of six that makes you a "big girl", but at the same time, I’m not sure it is your age that makes you older either. If anything, I feel like I have regressed to the whiny sixteen-year-old girl who I used to be. Is it possible to hate who you were at sixteen when you are nineteen, but become her at twenty?