What’s In Store For 24 

Earlier this month marked my 24th birthday. This past year has been one wild ride, full of ups and downs—characterized by birthday rainstorms, summertime power outages, and publishing my first book. One year later, and I couldn’t be more grateful for a less eventful, low key birthday simply surrounded by all the people I love. 

Typically every year for my birthday I write a blog, whether it be a reflective piece or a poem. I’ve accomplished so many of my creative goals already, from writing profiles on other individuals to publishing a collection of my own poetry, so this year I’ve pondered heavily about the question, what’s next for me?

I think many us can relate to the feeling of wanting to have all the answers in life. If this past year has taught me anything, it’s that this is merely impossible. We may never know why certain things happen, we may not know what comes next, and that’s okay. I’ve learned to embrace uncertainty. While the unknown can be scary, we have to accept that each waking day is a new opportunity for growth and learning, and allow ourselves this freedom. 

So when I ask myself, what’s in store for 24 year old me? The answer is simply: I don’t know quite yet—and that’s okay. What I do know, is that I will continue to soak up inspiration like a sponge. I will continue to seek creative opportunities, and create art when I feel inspired. I will continue to learn from other artists, and from the world around me. I will continue to grow my craft a little at a time, to stay in love with the art of written expression. I don’t know what’s next for me in my creative journey, I don’t know where I go from here, but I know that the only way to go is up, and in this feeling I am at peace. 

Seventeen Again

Oh, to be seventeen again, 
waist deep in naivety and lessons to be taught up the road ahead. 

At that age, there was still so much I had to learn, 
Not sure what tortured me more, painstaking algebraic equations or innocent crushes never returned.

Always happy but never satisfied, with a constant craving for
something more.

Sometimes I wish I could go back,
so that this time around, I could slow down and savor every minute I had.

I’d hold on a little longer to all the ebbs and flows that come with getting older.
This life doesn’t get any easier—wish somebody would’ve told her. 

But how was I supposed to know, 
that’s just the way life goes?

If I knew then, what I know now,
I’d have realized sooner, there was nothing to worry so much about. 

I could, without hesitation, let go of the things that no longer serve me,
nor contribute to my peace.

I’d free myself from the constraints
of these growing pains,

stop trying to make 
life pick up the pace.

I still may not have everything exactly figured out, but without seventeen, 
I would’ve never been able to continue down this path, and grow into the woman I am now at twenty-three going on thirty.

I believe 23 has many great things in store for me. Here’s to getting older!