When I was fifteen, I thought twenty-seven-year-olds had their shit together. They had jobs. They paid bills. They had families. They looked like they knew what they were doing. I am twenty-seven now. (Almost twenty-eight.) I would like to formally apologize to fifteen-year-old me for the misinformation. Here is a list of all the things … Mai mult Things I Thought I’d Have Figured Out By 27

The weather isn’t exactly letting us romanticize our autumn lives, but the kids in the park brought back a kind of nostalgia I thought I’d forgotten. I work near the high school I attended as a teenager, and every time I see those kids, it’s like watching a version of myself come back to life. … Mai mult To The Girl I Used To Be

Sometimes, the hardest part of letting go is accepting that love was never the problem. It’s autumn again. Usually, that means nostalgia, questionable decisions you’ll overthink for the next six months and, if you’re anything like me, memories you thought you’d already buried somewhere deep enough. I think that’s the beauty of this season. Autumn … Mai mult I Didn’t Stop Loving Him. I Just Let Go.

You don’t remember a year by the things that happened. You remember it by how it felt to live it. It’s already September… time really flies, doesn’t it? I can’t remember anything particularly spectacular that I did this year, but I know it was a good one. And somehow, I think that’s enough. I don’t … Mai mult Nothing Happened. Everything Changed.