Despite knowing that I’m “only 20 and have so much more to learn”, I’ve kind of grown accustomed to thinking that I have all the answers. Recently I realised everything “they” say is true: I don’t. I haven’t felt like this in awhile.
Even though it scares me senseless and makes me feel like resorting to my sixteen year old way of dealing with things – watching Marie Antoinette and drinking tea – there’s a small part of me that is grateful that I can still feel this way sometimes.
I am only 20 and I do have so much more to learn.