yesterday was my birthday. or i guess two days ago, since it's now "officially" friday????

i am twentysix muthafuuuuin' years old.

times flies so fast. like, speed of light fast, ya know??



i'm so happy and feel so blessed for everything in my life.
when i was a lot younger, i imagined my life to be a certain way, and at 26 years young, i thought i would probably be married, doing blah blah blah blah blahhh

life is so much better when you let go of your "life plan" and just... let life do its thanggg.

and what's so freaking CRAZY is that your whole life, you are always thinking that once you get to be a certain age, you will be a different person. like, adult you will be so disconnected with who you are at that point in time.... but when you actually make it to the "adult" part of your life... you are exactly who you are. does that make sense?

like, thinking about when i will be 65 years old, i think... oh shet, i'll be like [insert a certain way]. but... in actuality, i will be who i am now. probably with more life experiences under my belt, a few more wrinkles, and possibly some white hair.... but... i'll be me. i won't change.


and then i think about my mom. and how she's a mom. but she's herself.. who she was at my age. and how we are best friends.... and how, probably, if we had met at the same age, not being related, we probably still would've ended up being best friends.


my mind is really active right now for it being 1:01 in the morning.