I vaguely remember feeling scared about how old I was getting when I was about 23. At that time, I was close to graduating as a graphic design major and had admitted my failure after trying very hard to convince myself that I liked it. I was at a loss of what to do next, a state of mind I did not and still do not deal well with. I was entirely frustrated, and felt unprepared to join the ranks of other "grown-ups" who are in the ripe age of 20s.
Seven years later, I can only look back in amazement at how everything ended up working out for the most part. I had so much fear and so much desire. I carried a chip on my shoulder so large that at times I got buried in my own insecurity. Yet the world gave me a spot, and my loved ones continuously put up with me in my worst moments. I received more help than I ever imagined even when I hesitated to reach out. Having finally learned that it's ok to be as flawed as I am as a person, I somehow became comfortable enough with who I am - unimaginable to my awkward teenage self, no doubt.
I did not manage to grow into a super mature and responsible adult in the past ten years, as I thought I would when I started the decade. That's totally fine though... I now realize that not having to fully "grow up" is a luxury, one that I cherish.
It's been a very, very lucky decade for me, and I cannot wait to see what the next 10 years have in store for me and people in my life.