I don’t know how to be okay with getting older.

I don’t know if I will ever fall in love again.

I don’t know if my family will always be healthy and safe.

I don’t know how to ski, or surf, or snorkel, or ride a bike.

I don’t know how to be more optimistic about the things I can’t control.

I don’t know how to walk in high heels.

I don’t know how to trust the universe.

I don’t know how to live up to their idea of me.

I don’t know if I will be a mother.

I don’t know where I’ll end up.

There’s so much I don’t know.

And I don’t know how to be okay with that.

But I’m trying.