Twenty;

When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a crime fighting ballerina. No joke.
 Now that I'm all grown up, all I want to do is have a good life. A life without stress, worry, or panic. I want a life that I don't have to second guess. A life that is safe, comfortable, and healthy.
I want to grow up more, finish college, get married, start a family. The generic shit I never though I would want.
Growing up does something to us, it's like our grown up body is fighting with our immature brain.
As we grow up, we try desperately to hold onto the things that remind us of innocence and childhood. We cling to it for dear life.
I'm not saying I'm ready to let my love of Disney movies, cartoons, and Hello Kitty go. What I am saying though, is that I think I'm finally ready to grow up. I don't mean grow up as in, being up tight, everything has to be in order and perfect. I'm still going to be carefree, but to an extent. Little by little, I'm ready to become the person I want to be for the rest of my life, a person I can be happy with. I've mostly figured out who that person is, it just needs a little bit more work.

Happy 20th Birthday to me.

xoxo, Raven