As I sit here thinking about the past year of my life, I can't help but think of how blessed I am.
Last year when I turned 24, I sent myself into a panic. I was afraid to turn 24 but wasn't afraid of 25. Then, as the year went on, I became more and more afraid to turn 25. There is a lot of pressure in getting older. Everyone expects so much more of you.
You need to be sure of yourself, where you're going in life, who you want to be, where you want to end up, etc. All these questions that you couldn't answer the year before, you have to answer now.
But what if you don't know what you want to do, or who you want to be, or where you want to end up? Then panic sets in. But that's not fair. Why are we always rushing time? When kids are younger we want nothing more than time to slow down, so why as we get older are we forcing people to rush into life decisions that they aren't ready to make, or aren't sure of?
I was so afraid of 25, but the longer the day goes on, the more I feel like 25 won't be so bad. I feel like this may be my greatest year yet!
I am surrounded by a family that loves me and that I love. We've had our ups and downs, but we did it as a family, and we are even stronger because of it! I was told happy birthday right at midnight, I woke up to a note from my Pops, and my brother actually got me a birthday present. Life is great!
I cannot wait to see where 25 takes me, but wherever it is, I am ready to take it on full force!
WATCH OUT WORLD, HERE I COMMMEE!!
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