19 days until I graduate high school.
33 days until I leave for two years.
It seems that growth, like scoring in basketball, tends to happen in runs.
Growth spurts, career movements (whether switching jobs or excelling in the same one), and in my case, welcoming adulthood. So many things are happening in a short period of time, and keeping up with it all has been quite the adventure.
Sometimes I feel like Andrew Wiggins and sometimes I feel like Rudy Gobert.
Slam poetry is a mixed bag. I’m not a fan of the overtly political themes or the often vulgar language, but I do love the power of words.