A Storm With Skin.

A much needed update:
I think I'm about to embark on a journey that I always dreamed of but never thought would happen. I will be studying fashion in Paris starting in September. I am more than thrilled at the opportunity, and equally overwhelmed. The fear of little me alone in a big city looms in the dark spots of my brain. It's casting a shadow over my chance of a lifetime and telling me that I can't do it, and I'll let all my friends down. All the doubts and worries are building up like the oceans waves on a stormy night. There's still a light on up there, keeping a glow reminding me that I CAN do it, and that it's not a matter of 'I might' but 'I will' do it. I read on Tumblr (a big source of inspiration) a quote that said, "I am not a girl, I am a storm with skin." I'm totally a storm. I may not be a flash flood, but I will grow and eventually become a hurricane.
Here's a cheers to the shadows of doubt for almost driving me insane. Almost. *clink*