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I used to hate change. I wanted to always be the same.

But today, on January 3 2011,

I realized I don't hate change anymore.

I'm still afraid-

Of the unknown, of loss, of secrets forgotten.

But life is meant to be lived, not paused.

There is, within me, the strength to grow.

In high school, I cried profusely, drove dangerously, wrote poetry,

picked my cuticles until they bled, ate indulgently,

hugged EVERYONE I saw, slept 4 hours a night,

laughed daily, and studied sporadically.

I had a home, friends, safety.

I thought those things made me who I was.

But guess what 2011?

I have none of that now-

and yet still,

without my armor,

without any real constant identity,

here I am.

"The best way out is always through"

-Robert Frost

Stay fabulous!

<3

Claire