I stumbled into adulthood accidentally. It was as if I missed a step, and suddenly, I was on the platform to god-knows-what.
So, the day after I turned 27, I gave myself a reminder to always return to — and never to fear — who I am. To embrace the sharper edges that exist within me. On my right arm is a stem of gladiolus flowers — symbolic of moral and character strength — and a crescent moon. The moon, representative of the unknown, of the things that hide in the dark.
I never could envision myself at 27 — yet, here I am. And every passing day, week, month, year seems only to bring greater uncertainty and very little clarity. But there are a few truths I am promising to live by. I am writing this to hold myself accountable; these are the things I will remind myself of during those times when the moon obscures my path. …