I remember promising to myself before i turned 18 that I wouldn’t be like the “average” adult: lifeless. Maybe a little dramatic, but I do vividly remember fearing adulthood in fear that I would lose my “spark”; my joy for life. This is a short paragraph so now is not the time to dive into all of the times I thought that something would bring me joy—but the road hasn’t been perfectly built. With that being said, I’ve learned to combine my intention to do better for myself and my imperfect human that fears the unknown and found peace.