| 11:27p |
I just got back from attunement class, and as we were leaving this guy (whose name I know but cannot remember right now - but he is really nice and made me laugh the whole time we were talking at the Christmas party) said to me, "I wish I had found this class when I was your age. Would have saved me a lot of trouble."
And, okay, I have been verging on freakout because my birthday's on the 22nd. I'm going to be twenty. I'm nervous about it because it's another milestone, and those always force me to look at how different I am from ... everybody else, I guess. At least, all the other people my age that I know. I've made mistakes too. I have made so many mistakes, I would not have believed it was humanly possible. But ... this is where I am, and I don't really think I should have to apologise for that. I'm going to get better.
I met my teacher when I was seventeen. That might sound kind of premature, but, no, I really think it's one of those rest-of-my-life things. In that sense, I am very lucky. If you can call it luck, because I believe all these things are predestined. (Shut up.) So all our mistakes are okay.
Thank you, Guy Whose Name I Cannot Remember! You have rescued me from another quarter-life crisis.
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