There’s no rush. You don’t have to be “accomplished” and “successful” before you’re 22. Or 25. Or 30. Or whenever.
Happiness is an emotion, not a destination. It comes and goes. That’s okay.
No one knows what they’re doing. Everyone’s winging it. Yes, everyone.
Spend more time with your grandparents. It’s never gonna be enough time. You’re always gonna wish you spent more.
You are the thing when you do the thing. You’re a writer with the first word you write. You’re an actor the first time you act. Don’t wait for permission. Don’t wait for someone else to tell you, you’re the thing. You already are.
You’re gonna get your heart broken so many more times and it’s all gonna be okay.
Your metabolism isn’t gonna that great forever.
The hardest part is right AFTER all your dreams come true, because it means you have to find new dreams.
Life and success and growth and advancement isn’t hiding in LA or NYC or after you win that award or get cast in that movie or write for that one company or anywhere else people tell you to look. It’s where YOU find and make and chase and dream and meet and do.
It’s gonna be fine. You’re gonna be fine.