Nestled in the corner of my childhood bedroom is an antique wardrobe filled with handmade medieval dresses and sketches of Narnia (*cough* nerd). If the “geekdom” stopped there, I’d be able to hide it from visitors . . .
Bondi Beach is my blogging destination for today. The wind is a fierce awakening. It whispers rumors of a coming storm and weaves my hair into a knot so ornate, I’ll have to soak it in conditioner tonight.
Sydney, Australia has been my home for the past four days. I’ve become a part of its picture. Instead of scrolling through photos of girls perched on Aussie cliffs, I am the girl. Rather than daydream of surging with waves, I’m in the water, swept toward a golden shore.
Studying and working in Australia will be life-changing experiences. I love not-knowing what the next six to seven weeks hold, the adventures I’ll have, the people I’ll meet. Personal transformation occurs in unfamiliar environments—I’m excited to grow and step into my post-Australia identity.
Whether you’re deep in the mire of regret, or just simply wishing you would’ve kept your mouth shut yesterday, I offer the same words of encouragement that this hero wrote that have stood the test of time: