About...like...two months ago, I turned a very important age.
18.
Yup. The biggest age I've ever turned. The big adult year. College life ahead, high school behind. No more unicorns for me.
Well, the surprising thing is, I don't feel much different. When I turned 16, I felt SO much older for some reason. I felt more responsible, more mature, all around...just...older. 17 was similar. I had college worries and senior year stress and all that. But 18 just isn't so bad to me. As I told my dear friend from ballet, "I don't feel much different. Now I can just go to jail."
Haha. I'm so funny aren't I.
Anyways, the only thing in my 18th year so far that makes me think, "MAN. I AM REALLY OLD." is the impending thought of attending college this fall. Freshman in college is just so....wow.
Even through the confusion of registration, the newness of college, the fear of "fitting in", I know God's got me in His hands. The point is, Hakuna Matata! No worries for me. God's working it out one day at a time, and I'm putting my trust eternally in Him.
