top c/o sheinside | old zara jacket, similar here | old f21 pants, similar here | old zara kitten heels, similar here
tb robinson tote | earrings | similar movado watch | photos: Sally Wang
My birthday is tomorrow. 22. And it still blows me away to think that I've reached this point in my life. When you're young, everything seems so distant - so possible. You play "fortune-telling" games like MASH and think that your life is going to somehow be figured out by now. You'll be married by 22 and have babies at 24. And it's a funny thing: the way life actually unfolds. I don't know about you, but I got here - to this "ripe" age of 22 - and I still feel like I'm playing MASH; I'm trying to piece together how this thing called life is going to play out.
And though I don't live in a mansion or drive a scooter to my dream career as a world-renowned fashion designer, I feel like I got something a little bit sweeter: I reached this point in my life and have been able to hold on to my right to dream. You see, the possibility of our lives doesn't cease at any particular point. We continue to grow into the people we never imagined we could be, continue to reach for those things that seem dauntingly unrealistic, and we continue to thrive as astoundingly dimensional individuals. Twenty-two isn't some finite achievement. It's the dawn of a new chapter of dreams. And despite all notions for the cliché, I'm so blessed to have received such a gift.
happy monday, t.