What if the whole point of being young is NOT knowing? What if it's okay to be messy and uncertain and still figure things out as you go? I spent so much time judging myself for not being "ready" for anything—ready for love, ready for career, ready to be a good person. But you know what? Nobody's ready. Everyone's just pretending 🌙

Last week I did something that scared me. I applied for a volunteer position helping kids with reading, even though I have zero experience. The old me would have researched it for three months, made a pros and cons list, asked everyone for permission basically. But I just... did it. And I got accepted 🎉

I think what I'm learning is that inexperience isn't a flaw—it's actually freedom. I don't have bad habits yet. I don't know what "can't be done." I just show up and try things and sometimes they work and sometimes they don't, but at least I'm living instead of planning to live 💕

The scariest and most beautiful thing about being young is that you're allowed to change your mind. You're allowed to be completely different next year. You're allowed to mess up and start over. Why do we make it so hard on ourselves? 🤔