To 2018
I always thought of myself as air. Floaty. Easily detached. Quick on my feet. But this year has swept me down like water. Ocean deep thunderstorms, taking my breathe away and turning it into hurricanes. But still crashing soflty on the shore like waves. 2018 took me down the sea into a riverside where salt water meets the sweet one. It throw me at the river flow until I was crashing down on a waterfall. That is to say, my keyword along this year was change. I had very few years that I remember changing that much, both for good and for bad. I started the year trying to delay my college graduation, wanting to mend it to a masters degree, started doing yoga and finding myself healthy, started ruminating on the idea that I could actually be autistic and not just anxious. I feel like more than one year has passed since January. I'm ending the year making the master's degree a project for a long term future, dedicating myself to something I've never taken interest before,
