Day 54: Turning 31 this November, I’m more obsessed with personal growth and progress than ever before. Unlike computers with technical specs or artists with pieces of work that can express who they are, I don’t have a clear-cut answer to all the progress made.
Is my personal growth defined by what’s in my bank account? By my work title? Or is it really, honestly, by the seasons of love?
I’ve been jotting notes and quantifying my life as much as possible, but at the end of the day I just want to be a better person than the beginning of it.