I’ve quit measuring things in weeks, months and years. Or at least when it comes to discussing hardships. No longer will I make New Years’ resolutions or think about how bad of an age 24 turned out to be. Bad things will always happen. There will always be break-ups, flat tires, stolen phones, alarms that don’t go off and on and on and on.

It’s just the rough patches that life hands us. The patches that make us figure out who we really are.

For me, I keep looking up and moving onward. I will wake up the same way I did the day before. Eyes open, breathing deep while I brush my hair out of my face. I’ll pet my dog. Roll out of bed and take what the day hands me with the ability to drop all the bad things at the end of it and just be a human. A happy, breathing, blinking human.

In the meantime, this razor phone’s alarm blows. Especially when you have to walk into a classroom full 8th graders 15 minutes after you wake up.

Maria Taylor live. A good song to describe where I’m at. Finally.