It’s the eve of my 24th birthday and there's a lot of praying hands and laughing emoji's in my inbox. I can’t explain how I feel and how humbling Earth Day is for me every year. 

Tonight, I went rock wall climbing with my big bro and Nikki. They had this rope attached to the ceiling of the first floor about 18-20 feet high that you could climb. Although I’m afraid of heights, I decided to climb it with my bare hands. As I was at the top, one arm length away from touching the ceiling, I lost my grip and fell. The fall wasn’t as bad as I thought, but it was loud and when I sat up everyone was looking at me. I hated making a scene, as incidental as it was, but I loved making progress on becoming someone I’ve always wanted to be. Someone who can face their fears willingly.

I was asked the other night if I feel like I’ve changed. Without much thought I responded by saying I feel as I’m the same person I was when I was 18. That was 6 years ago. Thinking back on it, I don’t find my answer too far from the truth. I don’t see much change when I look in the mirror and reflect on myself. Still have acne. Still starry-eyed with big dreams. Still only get my hair cut by my mom. Still love sports. Still out-dressing everybody within a 10-mile radius (ha). Still willing to give women second chances in hopes they’ll turn out to be everything I painted them out to be. Still writing. Still not satisfied…. Maybe that’s why I have a problem with people changing, because I don’t. Maybe that’s why I’m so nostalgic, hanging onto times I can’t let go.

Two weeks ago around 2AM, I was reminiscing on freshman year with A$. He was sitting in the computer chair and I was on the ground perusing my old laptop, browsing through memories I no longer had a daily memory of. That one time Spencer was doing the Lil' B cooking dance while we were grilling out back on the patio of our town house. The time Malcolm got beat in a dance-off by a random guy in a bear costume during our Halloween weekend at ECU. Playing HORSE with Jimmy in Moore Hall. Walking down Historic St. Charles with my parents, back when they lived in Missouri. Really incredible times, hard to believe I’ve actually lived these moments. Life is too precious not to feel a sense of surrealness when reflecting on yours. Scrolling through photos of my formative days, I saw a number of people I haven’t seen nor thought about in years. I felt an immense sense of appreciation for our times together, even if it was only for the moment the picture was taken. You come across a countless number of people on this journey of life, and whether or not they stay, you will always be a part of their journey, and they will always be a part of yours, even if the part is as minuscule as minuscule can be. To me, that’s beautiful. Although nothing is excluded from the change dealt by time, not even time itself can change what it’s already written.  The pen of life continues to write endlessly, unforgivably. So it goes.

2016. I’m still learning things I should’ve known, but I guess that’s life, right? I stopped going to school this year, and I’m still getting used to things post-college. Conversations were held that I wish I could hold on to forever, but I can’t. I traveled out the country for the first time this year with people who I consider family, and it could not have been more humbling. I turned 23 this year and I stopped running away from the things I want because I feel I’m running out of time now more than ever. I used to attempt to label the years as they pass to better understand and give meaning to them through underlying themes and events. 2008, Pre-love. 2009, Love. 2010, Liberation. 2011, Transition. 2012, Adapting. 2013, Mental Redemption. 2014, Cuff. 2015, Rebuilding. 2016, Preparation.