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.