today i turned 23, and my mind has been heavily fixed on the concept of fulfillment.
with the stresses of graduating, job searches, feeling lost here in california, & slightly incapable in life in general- ive just really been searching for a life that fulfills me.
i don’t want to look back at my life and think “wow i wish i would have done more to make myself happy.”
the memories that keep popping up are these ones- from the most difficult but most fulfilling 7 days of my life- on the roof of africa.
i told myself i would bring back the energy that i received in tanzania; and today seems like the perfect day to start.