Change

In some ways, I feel the same as I did last year. I'm still Holly.  In other ways, I feel like a completely different person. I'm not the same Holly. It's definitely been a time of change for me, whether I'd like to admit it or not. The past year, I feel like I've really come into myself. I've transitioned from young woman to woman, from high school student to college student, and from minor to adult... Which is utterly terrifying and entirely liberating at the same time.
Just yesterday, while playing with my younger cousins I asked myself aloud, "When did I become a grown up?". My grandma chuckled and responded, "I don't know. I swear you were just born." Well grandma, so do I. I remember childhood so vividly, yet someday those memories will be as faded as an old pair of blue jeans.
A year ago, I had grandiose dreams for my future. I was going to be a lawyer, get my PhD, have a career and a family, and be superwoman, superwife, and supermom. Well, reality caught up with me. No one is perfect. Who wants to be? Perfection is highly overrated. My dreams are much simpler now, closer to my heart, and truer within my soul. I want to be a... wife, and a mom, (someday), and a social worker. I want to work with at-risk youth, teaching, coaching, and encouraging them to reach for their dreams - even if they don't know what they are yet.
A year from now, I don't know where I'll be in my life or how far I'll be in my goals. I do know one thing - a year from now I'll be a better person, a better woman - because every day I'll try to be a better me. The best me I can be.
P.S. The photo on the left was taken last year, and the one on the right was taken this month. Crazy how I've changed, huh?