I’ve spent most of my life searching for an end to my beginning. For the longest time, I experienced myself trying so hard to finish everything that I start, without ever stopping to truly experience a single moment. No matter what the situation, dinner, parties, even trips, I waited for it to end. I was so anxious to finish that I never cared to live. I spent years of my life, anxious to reach an unreachable destination. I didn’t feel like what I was living was really even a life.