8.5.17
Maybe I’m overthinking it, and maybe I’m not. I’m not sure because I’m not there yet. My eighteenth birthday is something that excites and frightens me all at the same time. I mean, I know it’s just another age, but it’s also a milestone. I will legally be an adult.
An adult!
Little three year old me, holding my little brother on the day he was born, an adult.
Little seven year old me, hatching chicks in second grade, an adult.
Little ten year old me, just beginning to like boys, an adult.
Little twelve year old me, starting the mistake called middle school, and adult.
Little fourteen year old me, trying to sneak into movies, an adult.
Little fifteen year old me, getting into the church
Little sixteen year old me, trying to find out who I am in this life, an adult.
Now, not so little seventeen year old me still finding who I am, but knowing the strength that resides in me. I can’t predict what life will be life in adulthood, but I do know I will grow stronger and stronger, and nothing will hold me back.
[was feeling sentimental, so decided to post this the day before I turn 19. should I write a response to what 18 was like? let me know.]