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Change is good

I'm so sorry my dear dreamers that I haven't posted in a while! I have been burdened with the workload that the final days of my senior year in high school have to give me! This post will also be short, but let me reassure you that I only have two days of school left and hopefully I will begin to post more than just on Mondays. But you will have to wait :)

I just wanted to share a few things. High school is ending. It seems so surreal. I can't imagine not coming back to my school on September 1st, but instead, will be on an entirely new campus with people I don't know. It's scary yet exciting at the same time. If you asked me last year if I was ready to make friends AGAIN in college, after having moved twice, I would've said, "Please, don't speak of such a horrible day." Now I feel ready.

I realize that life is always changing. Some people will tell you change is a bad thing. That is twists and turns your life in ways you never thought possible. It creates knots that are hard to untangle and all you want to do is try your hardest to untangle them and return your life to the way it was before.

I used to think that too. However, change has done things to my life that were good. I'm not going to say that all of it was good. The nights I cried over my dad being halfway across the world, the nights I cried over my friends that I was no longer with, the days I cried over my grandfather or cousin's deaths, or even the days I hated facing school because it was different, were all bad results of change that I won't deny. But change also brought me new friends. Change opened me up to more experiences and helped me grow as a person. Change made me stronger.

Most of all, change helped me understand that nothing is permanent, and that's not always a bad thing.

So whether you're also graduating or not, or if you're just going through some kind of change in your life, whether it be as big as a friend or family member leaving you or as small as changing your favorite kind of candy from M&Ms to Sour Patches, change is good.

Whenever you encounter change, just keep that in mind. I try to too.

I hope to talk to you soon fellow dreamers.

-Wishful Dreamer

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