Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about the future.
About how strange life feels when you’re young and full of dreams, but still trying to figure out how to make them real. Sometimes it feels exciting… and other times honestly a little scary.
I want to become a lawyer more than anything. I want a life where I can feel proud of myself, where I know all the hard moments actually meant something.
But right now, I’m still somewhere in the middle.
Not at the destination yet. Just walking the road toward it.
And maybe that’s okay.
Maybe not having everything solved at 19 doesn’t mean I’m failing. Maybe it just means I’m still building my story step by step, even on the days when the road feels lonely or uncertain.
So I’ll keep going.
Even slowly.
Even imperfectly.
Even afraid sometimes.
Because my dreams still matter to me.
