[ 250830 ] as 32 becomes a part of me and not just a number, i wonder what it will bring along for the next three hundred and sixty five days. will 32 be as kind yet as firm as 31 was? will this age continue to carry the same youthful, optimistic spirit that the one before it kept aflame?
right now, as the clock passes midnight, i’m taking a break from working to write out my many thoughts instead of celebrating somewhere. and while you’re reading this, i will have already gone back to prepping for tomorrow’s shop drop and an upcoming weekend event. then when i wake, i’ll be doing things that i love, eating whatever i want, and seeing people that i adore.
and i’m happy. while i am able and still fiercely creating, i cherish the grind—even the setbacks—attacking my fears of the unknown and leaping through doorways i haven’t peeked through yet. this is my version of living, and i cannot wait to see where this reckless yet grounded mindset takes me while the earth revolves around the sun one more time.
thank you all for being with me, supporting me, and loving me at 31, and thank you to all the ones that will do the same at my 32. love y’all so much, and here’s to a 32 i’ll choose to love, hoping and praying that it will love me back. —ryen