It’s true what I’ve been hearing the last few months: one day you’ll wake up and be fine. I’ve been fortunate these past few months to meet some unbelievable people, people that I met through my own introduction and refined relationships with because I find their company enjoyable and enlightening. Whenever you start to think New York is getting dull, someone pops up to show you otherwise and it’s one of the reasons I love this city. All this to say, I finally feel refreshed and renewed; I used my past  like soap to help clean my future, and finally the suds have washed away, leaving a sparkling jewel in its wake.

I was talking to a friend not too long ago and he mentioned how brave I was to put all of this uncertainty and vulnerability out there online. I never thought about it that way, I just hear the words of my old professor, “Write what you know.” And for the last few months things have been rocky and I’m not afraid to admit that. Pretending to understand or be in control of something can be just as perilous as admitting you’ve been climbing mountains in the dark for months. I suppose I’ve never been embarrassed that a new acquaintance would read this journal and think anything other than, “Oh, I’ve been there.” Wanting more out of life or finding yourself in a rut isn’t anything to be ashamed of and neither is being sad or feeling abandoned because you’re trying to fix something that can’t be fixed alone. Anyone who HASN’T gone through something so transformative or introspective is probably lacking the sort of depth that makes people such wonderful treasures. And finding those people in life who have, makes it golden…