Another year has come to an end and I'd be lying if I said I was sad to see 27 go. 27 was fucking brutal - it was literally the hardest year of my life so far and there were days where I was questioning whether or not I was going to make it out alive - and no, thats not an exaggeration. I have never been more excited to have one final sleep at 27 and wake up refreshed and excited for what 28 may bring.
But before I kiss 27 goodbye it only makes sense for me to reflect on what it has taught me.
27 taught me a level strength I didn't know I had - the strength to keep going and keep pushing forward even when it hurt.
27 taught me to open up more and stop lying to myself and those around me - you can't get better without telling the truth about what you're dealing with.
27 taught me how to love, love myself a little better and those around me.
27 taught me to talk less and listen more. Listen to what my body is saying, what my mind is after but most of all listen to what my heart wants.
27 taught me to breathe. shit hurts and occasionally it feels like it'll never get better but it does we just have to hold on for a little bit longer.