growing.

growing.

Recently, I've been thinking about growth.

I know that personal growth is inevitable, so maybe this topic is kind of silly. But, I remember being asked 2 years ago how much I had changed since high school. I remember answering truthfully. I really hadn't changed much. I was and extrovert who was terribly introverted, a caring person who hated to open up. I was a wanderer, observer, adventurer, but most of all, I was independent. I hated the idea of getting too close to people and learning to depend on them. I had a fear of being left behind, failure, and not being needed.

But ask me the question again, and I'll give you a different answer.

I think I've grown so much in these past 2 years. I've learned that though independent, it's okay to receive help. I've learned to trust more. I've learned to be more open (though that will be a slow process). I've found a career that has more meaning to me, majors that I have more of an interest in, people I know I can love and trust. In the past two years, I've slammed into more things than I can recall. And many times, it's still sore, but I know it'll be okay. Scars will be scars, and bruises will heal. And though my future is not concrete, I think I'll be okay. You have faith in me, they are supporting me, I am working hard.

Maybe I've become too soft. I know for a fact, that I couldn't stand so tall without help. Maybe it's pride, or embarrassment, but I can't bring myself to tell everyone. Thank you for helping me grow.