Reflections last year of my 20s

I am reaching greater understandings of the things I love and enjoy. These understandings inject confidence in the relationship I have with these things. Discovering new heights of proficiency in my passions has given me excitement. Finding seeping understandings acknowledging that there are more details to the details that I’ve already discovered. Although there is a restlessness in these moments of discovery, I attribute this restlessness to an adrenaline rush. A feeling of unease before and while I lock in/hone in on my passions and skills. Skills that I have sharpened in isolation with no standard of progression outside of my own experience with and relationship with them. I love that there is more, I love that I have done what I have done to discover more. I love what I am doing. I’m not good at what I’m doing, I’m great at it. I understand it now. At least a bit more.

Until further reflections.