and really big stuff at that. Living my life kind of stuff. At the age of 23 I find myself in an amazing life position; I'm constantly surrounded by understanding people in my family, friend, and professional communities. I make a living wage at a job I truly enjoy and find passion in. Oh, and I'm setting my own bedtime.
I know that last mention sounds small, or like a joke, but I can't even begin to tell you how much power I put into that statement. Less than a year ago, my internal thoughts were setting my bedtime for me. Every night, exhaustion would pour over me only to be overshadowed by an instant overwhelm- triggered by a thought about an upcoming student loan bill, my past failures and mistakes, or even just the what my next day at work might look like.