Twenty five is exhilarating, freeing, eye-opening, and life-changing. It's also very confusing.
I have moments when I feel infinite. Anything is possible. I know that it's all going to happen for me, that I will get my fairy tale ending, I will live happily ever after, I will get the last laugh and I will take it all the way to the bank.
I also have moments in which I feel limited. I question everything. Will someone find me worthy? Am I worth falling in love with? Should I really be writing this damn book? Is it all going to work out for me?
My dreams could be a thousand miles away; they could be next door. But I'll never know until I try.
Because like I always say, in the end, everything is okay. If it's not okay, it's not the end.