I turned twenty-eight a couple weeks ago. I spent the last year screaming and being loved and trying to love and creating and screaming some more and laughing and laughing and feeding myself and reading and listening and being pulled and pushing back and saying “I don’t know” a lot and trying to be as honest as I could and watching British bake off (Giuseppe 💕) and eating not enough pastries and walking a lot and maybe on my phone too much and and and