almost-birthday letter to the universe

Dear everything,

Today is my last day of being a teenager. Tomorrow is my birthday and I will be twenty! Such an even number, kind of a clean slate too. Twenty can be anything I want it to be, and I want it to be wonderful.

So thank you, universe, for my teenage years. They were haphazard and messy and beautiful and flyaway, laughter and yelling and each birthday adventure, friends and memories and travels and joys, loves and hurts and intoxications, enchantments and glories and everything else... Learning... There's too much to describe just here, but I've spilled it all over other papers. I think being a teenager is excellent in all its messiness.

Not that I will be put-together and all now that I am (almost) twenty. I look at twenty as a time for beginning to figure things out, for taking the glorious beautiful mess of the teenage years and making something amazing with it.

Thank you thank you thank you

Love,
Laura