I told the story about a very old friend and even though nothing about the story changed I realized I wasn’t the only victim. Today I finally understood what the 16 year-old version of me couldn’t: sometimes I’m not the best I can be.
Today, when presented with a choice to say what was on my mind or to let it rest I picked the latter because of 16 year-old me.
I’m not always going to say the right thing or admit to moments when I am wrong, and I’m not going to stop being frustrated with all of it, but it counts for something when I can reflect on it all and become wiser.
In today I talked a lot about friends, past and present, to my best friends and in a weird way I got closer to them: my best friends past and present.
I don’t ever want to be like 16 year-old me, thank you time for only moving forward, and thank you today for all the realizations.