A few weeks ago, I found a list I wrote when I was 16 of all the things I had hoped and planned to do and see by the time I turned 25. I nearly died laughing at how optimistic, ambitious, and entirely unrealistic (translation: idealistic) my 16-year-old self was.
I had plans. I had dreams. I had goals. Some were big dreams and some were more tangible ones. Some, I held to tightly and worked really hard to see happen. Many happened. Some never did. And a few nearly broke my heart in the way that they fell apart.