being 25 in a new city, new job, new routine, new mindset is the most isolating yet freeing feeling.
part of me grows everyday into a more beautiful version of myself but then comes overwhelm and uncertainty.
my discipline is being challenged by my desire for comfort. comfort being challenged by my need for control.
confusion from longing for a life I feel so close to having and a life I feel I just lost.
lost because I’ve found a new. a new way of valuing devotion over discipline. a new way of pushing myself towards kindness over punishment.
a body meant to be loved rather than deprived.
a life meant to be lived rather than survived.
everyone admires risk and reward but few admire the landing after the fall, before you stand up again.








