An ode to last year's New Years reflection (discovered in a pile of digital notes)

(i was cleaning out my phone and found this nostalgic piece I had written while on a plane back from New York. Enjoy)

It's funny what a little time and space can do for you. It's a revitalization process. Rejuvenation. A coming of age. Distance, silence and days, weeks, and even months apart from someone, or something, offers a brand new perspective--- a grounded and clearer image of why things happened the way they did. And the reasons for why things didn't pan out how you had initially imagined. Finally, a clear understanding.

At the end of every year, I hit this grounded note of nostalgia, where I reflect on all the good, bad and absolutely crazy things that have happened within the last year and think to myself, "Wow, how things have changed." I always feel so much smarter and wiser, and more experienced. Always a little less naive, and always slight more jaded. Yet always more optimistic that the best has yet to come.

I've always been one of those people that have been terrified of growing older. Because I felt like being young and accomplished was one of my strong suits. It was what gave me my competitive edge, and made me better at my job because if I could at least keep up and compete with those who had 5-10+ years and experience on me, I'd still always be winning because I was younger and on that same level. But I've come to find, that "aging" at the ripe age of 24, is only the beginning. There are just some things that are not evident until you hit a certain age. Maybe some people are better at realizing "adult and grown-up things" in high school and college-- but I was definitely not one of those people.

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