Photograph by Jessica Comingore
When you're young the anticipation of growing one year older is so exciting, at least I can remember the years when I just couldn't wait to be older. Old enough to have a sleepover, to ride my bicycle around the block alone, old enough to drive, old enough to move to the city and get my very own apartment. What can I say, I was was always eager to earn my independence.
As I enter the last year of my twenties I can honestly say that I'm as excited as I was the year before I turned sixteen or nineteen or even twenty-five. This past year has been amazing; filled with travel, great friends and so many rich experiences. I dove into my work and really pushed myself and I'm starting to believe wholeheartedly that it's possible for me to be creative for a living. I feel like I'm really developing a unique style as a designer and I finally feel authentically confident in my work and ideas. I suppose all of these things come with age and experience.
As I spend today responding to well wishes from the amazing people in my life and celebrating with my family, I feel very fortunate.
Another year gone, a new year to look forward to.