As I sit here at 25, I cannot tell you definitively who I am. But I know what I stand for, what I believe. I can tell you where I've been and what experiences have shaped my life. I can tell you what drives me wild and makes me crazy. I can tell you the past two years have been a mix of highs and lows, maybes and why nots, and I'm appreciative of these times to move me forward and guide me to stand on my own two feet. Regardless of how many times I've been knocked down in life and love, I'm not afraid to be optimistic. I don't know where I'm headed, but am grateful for the opportunity to explore. One day, I'll look back at this twentysomething version of myself and see a girl with big dreams and open arms.

But no, I don't really know who I am. That person is ever evolving.