Ballet, France, The Smiths, cinnamon, Juno, Tina Fey, Bob Dylan, NYC, greyhounds, books, Rookie, John Hughes.
“It’s not time to worry yet”
High school is over and I’m beginning to accept that. I accept the sadness, the sadness that always so coyly reveals itself when something draws to a close. The acceptance is allowing me to feel excitement and contentment, where I can understand that sadness, anxiety, nervousness, they’re all part of this process. And I can move on and I can be happy about that.