the past few weeks feel like a rug has been ripped from under my feet... and I definitely fell on my ass lol. i moved to a new city for the first time ever and beyond that I just don’t feel like the same person anymore. In therapy I’ve been talking a lot about nostalgia, and how sometimes I miss + yearn for past versions of myself. What can I say. I’m stubborn and I like to hold onto things. I like feeling comfortable. But the harsh truth is that there’s no growth in that, and as much as I like to be comfortable I think I prefer the idea of growing as a person more. So here we are. Embracing change and the pain that comes with stepping outside of your comfort zone. Sending lots of love to anyone going through big changes in their life, stepping outside of their comfort zone, or grieving past versions of themselves/ their life. We’re growing together, y’all 🥹🫶🏽