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The One Where I Turn 21

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Earlier this month, I finally turned twenty-one. This is supposed to be the age that characterizes you as a “legal adult”, but truth be told I feel no different. Maybe this is because I hold the same goals and aspirations that I did when I was eighteen and started this blog. I knew then exactly who I wanted to be, and with this site I have been able to be just that for the past two and a half years.

At this age we’re supposed to have everything figured out. While it may seem like I do, in reality I know nothing at all and I’m still learning. The more I write, the more I learn about myself, the person I want to become, and the person I am capable of becoming.

While most people can’t wait to turn twenty-one so they can take their first legal sip of alcohol, I eagerly awaited turning twenty-one because it meant that I was able to see another year with the same amazing people in my life.

My favorite thing about my birthday isn’t receiving anything, it’s getting to spend time with my family and friends. On the night of May 3rd, I decided to get dressed up nice and dine at a fancy local restaurant alongside family.

Post-dinner photo shoot!

I have the most loyal, kind-hearted friends who always make time to see me although we live miles apart. Even when my best friend Temora wasn’t able to make it home in time for my birthday, she still surprised me and sent a beautiful bouquet of flowers! When we were finally able to get together, we had the greatest time catching up with one another until the sun went down.

the bouquet included my favorite flowers: roses!
Its never too late to celebrate!

I had previously gotten the chance to celebrate with my great friend, Suzy. What started as a random silly idea turned into a actual party for two. My favorite feeling in the world is nostalgia, so we held an early 2000s themed movie and music night-in to reminisce on the classic films and hits from our childhood. We even dressed for the occasion!

Though we were just babies in the early 2000s, I think we did a great job capturing the fashion trends of this era.
Actual footage of us two.

I never intended on making a month-long spectacle out of my birthday, but I would never pass up any time I can get with my friends when they can visit home. The friends that I have are some of the most important people to me and are the reason I look forward to special occasions such as birthdays. While one keeps me grounded and provides me a sense of refreshing familiarity, the other keeps the happy-go-lucky child in me alive. I can’t imagine my life without either one of them.

So here’s to reaching twenty-one years of life, a milestone to some, yet to me just another chapter in my book of many more cherished stories to come.

Logophile

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“Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works.” — Virginia Woolf

The greatest romance you’ll ever know is that of a writer and her soul. Her love language is storytelling, a pen to paper, her true love’s kiss. In her grasp she glides it over delicate sheets of ivory and leads the sweetest slow dance. 

“You should write because you love the shape of stories and sentences and the creation of different words on a page.” — Annie Proulx

Enticed by the shape of words, her soul is awakened. Like blank pages of a story unwritten, the writer’s soul begs to speak. It’s a fatal affair, her pen bleeds to ease this consuming passion.

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at the typewriter and bleed.” — Ernest Hemingway

To be stripped of her voice she wouldn’t mourn, but she vowed to never let a word be left unsaid. She’s devoted to the creation of poems and proses. When scintillating syntax seduces her there is no finer bliss.

“A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom. He has no master except his own soul, and that, I am sure, is why he does it.” — Roald Dahl 

The writer fears she may never meet her muse. For the moment she simply falls in love with every verse etched in black. So when my words are all that is left of me, I hope you understand I’m just a girl who loves writing. 

“A word after a word after a word is power.” — Margaret Atwood

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I believe even if we don’t understand it, there is meaning in everything. With this in mind, I was intrigued to learn more about the idea of synchronicity. This is the simultaneous occurrence of seemingly unrelated events with no feasible explanation. These “meaningful coincidences” are thought to be universal “signs”. If you often see repeating numbers or you think of something happening and it does, then you’ve experienced it. Such phenomenon happened to me recently. I was gifted a shirt with the saying “just a girl who loves writing” on it. Unbeknownst to my mother who gave me the shirt, over a year ago, I had randomly made up and typed out a very similar mantra. So, this Valentine’s Day I took this as a sign and got the inspiration to share my love for words, the art of written expression. I hope you love it!

I typed “just a girl who loves to write” under my Instagram bio over a year before receiving a shirt with the saying ”just a girl who loves writing”.