Last night I went to bed on a high. I just finished a page in sketchbook that had taken me two hours and I was so proud of it. Then it occured to me how much I share. I share everything about myself. And I share A LOT. I have three instagram pages, I have a twitter (please follow me @Iornadunecookie ) and I have a blog, I have a vsco, I have so so many notebooks. I have sketchbooks. And I have an app that encourages me to take one video every day. You see? I am a girl who loves life. And I want to tell everyone about it every second of the day. I have next to no regrets. I love it.
As much as I tell myself that high school won’t matter when in 32, I still record every important minute of it. Or maybe just the mundane things that I will probably forget. I love everything.
I’m constantly sending photos and videos to my friends. Not that they always care but, I feel the need to share with everyone all the things I love.
Not to mention, after looking back on all the things I’ve said or done, teaches me that I’m not the same person I was a month ago, and that really helps me know that I’m am maturing even if it doesn’t feel like it.