Nothing snaps you out of a quarter-life crisis like reality and the endearing understanding that someone, somewhere has been through it all before. I’m not perfect, never have been and I’m finally realizing just how ok that is. I’m grateful for… all of it. My family, my loves, my mis-steps and most importantly… my journey. The fact that I don’t have it all figured out, but that I am blessed enough to collect so many experiences and live to tell about it, is just the cherry on top.