I’ve held this picture kind of close to the vest since it was taken two months ago in the gardens at @hevercastle. It’s my favorite picture of myself I’ve ever had taken, even though it really shouldn’t be—my hair is a little crazy, straight-on to the camera is not my most flattering angle, and it’s way more close-up than I’m typically comfortable with. But shining from my face is the exact emotion I was feeling that day—complete and utter joy. I was in my favorite place in the whole world with nowhere to be but in the moment, and it shows. And yet I’ve kept from posting it because it feels a little....vulnerable, I guess? Weird that I could feel vulnerable about happiness. I love remembering how I felt that day, but it’s also a little bit scary, to be honest, thinking that it might be awhile before I feel that level of happy again. I love the girl in that photo, though—she’s the best version of me, and I hope to see her around more often.