I was thinking today, about growing--not physically, but emotionally. I was trying to pinpoint the phases in my life that I have grown the most and what caused the growth. I realized, not surprisingly, that it was times of struggle. It was when my heart was broken, it was when people were making hard choices that were outside of my control and yet still had an impact on me, it was when I was in a new and hard place without the people I was used to leaning on, and while all of those times were a struggle, some uncomfortable, some down right anguishing they were also the times I look back at and feel a sense of pride, because I became a little bit more of who I am--and while I still have a lot more to learn, improve, and change about myself, those struggles helped me.
