You are full of surprises.
A trip to the zoo, a cracked phone, a visit from a very dear friend; you are only three days old, and I am already reeling from the things you are throwing my way. Not that I'm complaining. The shattered phone aside, I am gad that my new-found confidence has presented itself in ways that are both productive and spontaneous, especially because this time last year, I never would have made plans with someone a few hours in advance, even if that someone was a friend (I usually need a few days, at least). Today, I decided that it was time I met up with Kayla, my high school BFF and someone that I haven't seen in almost a year due to our conflicting schedules and my conflicting mood. I was never any good at spontaneity, and even worse with social interactions, so planning meetups was not something I did or followed through with very often. Kayla was—and remains—the sister to my soul, and I am so incredibly glad that I was able to throw caution and planning to the wind and enjoy myself without worrying about time, awkwardness, and my own inner struggles. Ten points to Gryffindor.
You will also be proud to know, July, that I have finally begun studying for my driver's license! I haven't told my family yet—I don't want to get their hopes up and then fail spectacularly—but I will. Just considering going after this is a huge step for me. I hope you continue to push me on this incredible path, July. We're going places, you and I.
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"Dear July" was borrowed from Carrie Fletcher who based her series off of fellow Youtuber, Emily.