Trying the Best I Can

I’m 30 years old.

Sometimes I feel like a failure.

Growing up isn’t as fun as I thought it would be.

It’s not the adventure I imagined when I was a kid.

It’s heavier, more complicated, more lonely sometimes.

But I keep going.

I love my parents so much.

They’ve done everything for me.

They are truly amazing, and I don’t say that enough.

I wouldn’t be who I am without them.

I love cooking. I love traveling.

Those are the moments that remind me life is still beautiful.

I think about my mistakes a lot...

where I’ve been, what I’ve done wrong, who I’ve hurt, or let down.

I replay things in my head all the time.

Not because I hate myself,

but because I want to do better.

I want to grow.

I want to be proud of who I become.

I’m trying the best I can.

That’s all I can do right now.

And for today, I think that’s enough.

If you feel the same way, you are not alone. Come back and see me again.