The older I get, the more I discover about myself.
Wild and joyful experiences, ones that have pushed me out of my comfort zone.
Collecting good and bad memories along the way.
Some were to purposely make me uncomfortable.
Some brought me intense amounts of joy.
All of these things forcing me to grow.
Challenging me with infinite amounts of lessons and possibilities.
Is this what they call adulting? Or is this just life?
Whatever is it, what an adventurous ride it has been so far.