I feel different.
I feel older. Not old, but I have grown up. Understanding my nievete and bias about life.
I feel mature.
How have I changed? I ask myself this ALL THE TIME. I see the usual, but other then that…If someone asked me how I compare myself and back when I was in high school or college, I wouldn’t be able to figure out a good answer.
I have hope instead of dreams. I still dream, but I feel I can work with hope. I can make my hopes come true.