On Tuesday morning, I sat in a cafe for about three hours trying to get my emotions written into a blog post, but sometimes it doesn’t work out that easily. There has been many ups and downs in my life recently, but I can’t find the words to explain them. I teared up eating a pumpkin scone when reminiscing on the past few months of my life. Despite the tears, I wasn’t even sad; I was proud. Proud of myself that I know exactly what I deserve in this life and how I should be treating the ones I share this life with. The tears validated that I knew I was growing as a person.