It's my 20th birthday today. And my twenties are going to be my selfish years.
Not out of spite/resentment, but as a form of self-affirmation.
The way I see it, these few years ahead are crucial. They are mine to mould, craft and shape in whatever direction I see fit. Personally and professionally. To choose me before others. Unapologetically. To use what I've previously learnt, through trials and tribulations of my teenage self, and manipulate those lessons to drive me forward. To not look at a mistake and see failure but to recognise the opportunity for growth and improvement. To live and let live.
To choose me before others, again.
Unapologetically. Honestly. Sympathetically.
I'm learning to follow my own intuition, and two decades later the greatest lesson I've learnt from the path I've walked is the importance of self-care. To selfishly put myself first. And to own the confidence/apprehension/vulnerability that accompanies it.
The sweetest blessing I can/will embrace in simply my being. Right in this very moment.
Here's to honouring my youth. Embracing the journey. And becoming the woman I know and can be.