grow up.

I’ve been doing a lot of ✨basking✨ lately. I’m in the middle of everything I once prayed for and I don’t want to miss it. I intend to savor every bit of it. even as I take my time I can feel how fast everything is moving. is it really september already? it can’t be. but it can, because I was there for all of the months that led up to this point—the turbulent june, the sweet july, the nourishing august. we’re really growing up and it’s super bittersweet. I’m nostalgic and excited and sad and happy and grown but refuse to “grow up.” my childlike spirit remains the common denominator despite what the calendar says. our youth only slips away if we let it.