A Solivagant's Shoes

For a long time, I lived under the weight of a sentence that said I wouldn’t make it past my nineteenth birthday. Yet here I am. Two weeks ago on March 18th I crossed into twenty nine. This milestone feels less like a simple birthday to any one around me. For me and my family it’s more like a victory lap I was never supposed to run. The “Baton” is finally being passed from the girl who just wanted to survive to the woman who is ready to sprint. The Quicksand of Ambition This past year was a brutal teacher.…