I Always Wondered

I always wondered what it felt like to travel the world...
now I know.

    I woke up today and realized my life is moving incredibly fast. In fact, I  hardly know what to do about it. So much stuff has happened that I never anticipated, and it's all in the past. It feels like a couple of weeks ago I was putting together my photos for graduation -- but that was a couple years ago. 
    In just 80 days, I won't be a teenager anymore. Things are going by so fast and I still feel like the girl who ran around town in a cape on her sixteenth birthday. But then again, I think I simply neglect to realize how much has changed. When I look back on how I felt and the things I worried about, I don't even feel like the same person. I have grown and learned so much, and I have become more of who I was created to be. I have made more memories than I knew was possible in such little time.


  • I always wondered what it felt like to be comfortable in who I am. Now I know.
  • I always wondered what it felt like to do my own laundry or know how to drive a car. Now I know.
  • I always wondered what it felt like to be in a classroom setting. Now I know.
  • I always wondered what it felt like to be in love. Now I know.

    The frustrating part is that there's no way to tell these things to the me that wondered. She is gone because she found out -- but that's a good thing. I'm growing up, but not in the bad, boring way I always thought was inevitable. I'm learning about life and God and myself so that I know in what ways it is best to still be a kid.
    I don't think I'll ever forget how to have fun.
   

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