This is my last night as a teenager. Tomorrow I will wake up, it will be my birthday, and a new decade for will begin for me. I should be excited - I've been looking forward to joining the ranks of those who have moved beyond "the teenage years" for a while now. I've wanted to be taken seriously so badly, that I ached to be older.
[If only I had realized that being taken seriously has little to do with age and far more to do with content.]
But now that I'm on the very cliff's edge, I don't want to fall asleep. I don't want to give up the last moments of my teenage years. For some reason, I'm finding myself afraid.
But here's to a closed page - and to the knowledge that it will give way to new joys, pains, and adventures.
Happy birthday to you!
ReplyDeleteHard for me to imagine anyone not taking you seriously--