Today was my friend Dave’s 30th birthday. We went to undergrad together and I randomly ran into him last month at a bar in Manhattan. As we toasted to his big day, I couldn’t help but reflect on my own final year as a twenty-something. If I had to sum it up in one single word, it would be “freedom.”
I will always remember this as the time in my life that the world was completely open to me: I got to travel the globe and was able to follow my dream of freelance writing. I’ve made decisions based not on what was comfortable or easy, but what was right for me. And I’m just feeling so grateful that the universe magically supplied a safety net every time I took a leap.