I realize I don’t push myself enough. It’s something I’ve been coming to terms with in the last few years. I was going to say in my 30s, but that almost made me gag and I also realized that’s just plainly untrue. Turning 30 didn’t give me some mystical, deeper understanding of myself. I still don’t feel 100% comfortable in my skin and know every single one of my wants and needs. I’m not this powerhouse of confidence and don’t know if I ever will be. This is all to say that my journey to self-actualization continues and though I would never call it that, all the time I spend trying to figure myself out is for the greater purpose of feeling less lost in this life. Actually understanding myself.