I used to think moving forward meant throwing everything behind. New phase, new tastes, new personality. But lately? I’ve been craving the old stuff. The weird snacks. The dorky shows. The hobbies that made no sense but made me happy.
It’s funny—I spent years trying to be “mature” and “productive.” Now I just want to laugh like I used to when I was 14 and thought glue sticks and glitter were a valid life path. Maybe they still are.
There’s no shame in liking what you like. In fact, it might be the truest part of you.
