these past few weeks have felt like im in the dreams that i once dreamt — that things that ive spent a lifetime fantasizing about are maybe happening. im often the person that focuses on the unaccomplished goals, the mistakes/missteps, the missed connections, the “more” that i could/should be doing, but im trying to also be somebody that counts my blessings, that celebrates the wins, that doesn’t let the moment pass me by. life/me are still far from perfect, but i know that twelve-year-old me wouldn’t even be able to believe that my last few weeks were possible. i don’t think middle school me could even imagine posting this at all or even attempting to pull off this jacket at all, tbqh. Alhamdulillah — for all of it. there are still a million things about me/my life/the world that i so desperately want to change, but i don’t want to live my whole life pivoting towards new dreams that i forget that im living in some from five years ago that felt like pipedreams at the time. big shoutout tho to everyone who continues to make those dreams come true by believing in me — and big love to dreams, whether they be realized, unfinished, incomplete, or seemingly impossible — thx for keeping me excited, exhausted, enchanted ❤️