Dear Twenty One

Dear Twenty One,

I learned "fuck" was one of my favorite words this year. 

This year I learned that I am as much man as I am woman. Boy as I am girl. And I learned that I am as much neither of those as I am both of them. 

Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Zoë, full of life, non-binary, genderfluid. I use all pronouns: she, he, they, it, ze, fae, whatever else you want. I am creature. I am animal. I am goddess, god, pussy, heart, masculine, feminine. I am 21 this year.

This year past has taught me patience. I'm learning to slow down and be joyful in it. I'm learning to live by the moon, and by the cycle of my divine. I'm learning that good things take time, especially the really good things. I'm learning the scope of my love. Learning to trust my gut. Learning that I'm free, I'm alive, I'm joyful. I'm learning gratitude. And that gratitude gives way to joy. And for me, usually tears as well.

I'm coming into myself in ways I never imagined. I can't believe how much I'm already transforming. I feel more disconnected from my age this year than I ever have before. I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing. 

here's to this year. 

Z