I love taking little trips to the basement, I never come back upstairs empty handed. This time, I brought up trauma!

Sorry, sparing the details (maybe I’m not being vulnerable—it’s really hard, sorry), but I found a journal of mine from Summer 2017. A time in which I was, to put it nicely, doing terribly.

But there was one page—a glimmer of hope: my bucket list. I never really had a bucket list before, but I had a lot of time to think that summer, so I wrote down a few things that I guess would be pretty cool to do in this lifetime.

And uh… guess what? I did one of them.

Start a blog.

Checkkkkkk.