Growing up...

Lately I've been thinking about how fast time moves, how what felt like a day ago was actually a year ago. How I sometimes forget that I'm not a kid anymore. Growing is a bittersweet feeling. Some days I wish I could go back, to feel the past again, to pause time, to stop feeling the pressure of growing up. But there's also beauty in growing, because as time passes, I find more within myself. I carry the depth of all versions of myself I can be, for I can grow into the version my younger self needed and there's beauty in that.