When you think about it, life is weird. From 365 days of the year and millions of years I was decided to born on the 4th of July of 1990 a.C., and I have managed to survive for 26 years in this crazy small planet called Earth. It feels surreal.
My 25th year on Earth was crazy. Lots of ups and downs. I gained lots of friends and lost others. Life’s like this. I learned so much about life. 25 was like a new start for me in so many ways.
The struggle of being myself, hasn’t change, it keeps transforming. Being myself has brought good and bad things and I think that’s okay. Not every body has to like me all the time, I wish they did, but I have to carry on. I can’t be who I’m not to please the others. I can’t do it anymore.
When it comes to books, I can’t complain. I read more new favorite books at 25. I read Harry Potter for the first time, and I don’t regret it. I am in love with those books. Also I read new favorite book series like Throne Of Glass, Shadow And Bone and Six Of Crows, and A Darker Shade Of Magic. Beside books, I met new authors in person and online. This little dream I have of writing a book feels more real every time I meet an author. The bookish part of my life keeps getting better.
I still don’t have a BA. No kids, not married, not WIP finished. Nothing. I am still a fangirl, and a dream of big dreams. Sometimes it’s frustrating to think that I am not what society and family has expected me to be… but just you wait. I’m not planning to follow it, but I want and will defy expectations.
Now that I am entering into the late twenties I want to still feel young and I want to write about youth and be a fangirl forever and ever.I want to act like a teenager when is needed and don’t regret it.I want to dance and sing Hamilton like there’s no tomorrow and not be ashamed of it. I want to be myself and keep following my dream, so the moon, the stars and the universe help me.