I didn’t think I’d meet you. I was surprised that you even showed up. I wasn’t looking forward to you at all. So I tried to avoid anything that had to do with celebrating you. And I asked for a sign. I needed a sign to show me what was next, what should I do now. For the first time, I finally got my sign. I got the sign I was looking for to prove that I was on the right track. I got a sign to show that maybe 25 won’t be so bad. Sure, I still got a lot to heal from and 26 seems too scary and far away to even think about. But right now I’m just going to focus on 25 and each day as it comes. Even though I may not have got a few of the things I wanted and I may have missed out on something that could have been something, I hope that maybe time will show it to me again. Today I turned 25. I’m still here to see this year begin and for once, I’m excited to see what’s to come.