I just want to lay in my bed.
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When life seems tiring, overwhelming, exhausting, horrible, awful or any such negative emotion…take a shower. Life always seems a lot less bleak after you get a little water on your face.
You know that feeling when something’s going to happen and it seems so far in the future and all of a sudden, you remember that it’s actually in about an hour. I usually get this feeling with parties or dinner but now I’m getting it with my summer plans.
On Friday or Saturday, I will drive up to MA to visit relatives. On Tuesday, my National Speech competitions begin. (For which, I really need to practice and rewrite my speeches) Then, next Saturday I will fly out to go to Costa Rica. I’ll be there for an entire month. With a family who only speaks Spanish.
It’s going to be weird, but in a good way. I love being busy and I love stretching my comfort zone…but it just seems so soon!
Not to mention that it makes my summer extremely busy. The day after I come back, I start babysitting. I’ll babysit for two weeks and then I’ll take drivers ed for two weeks. Then babysit for another week and round it off by starting my NOVA classes on August 22. Wow, crazy…
But exciting. It’ll make this week kinda amazing too.
“What are you going to do when you grow up?…I mean, when you grow up more?”
That small clarified sentence, spoken by my best friend’s younger sister, completely freaked me out.
The question, “What do you want to do when you grow up?” is common enough, especially now that I’m a junior in high school, but that always implied that I still have time to really “become a person.” Right now is just the experimental stage. The added caviet that I was already grown up blew my mind.
People always say that I’m mature for my age, but they also tend to assume that I’m younger than I actually am.
I live my life with the assumption that I’m still a kid. Despite what adults say when they compliment me on my maturity or intelligence, I know they still view me as a child.
Having someone, especially my best friend’s sibling, think of me as already reaching adulthood redefines how I view myself.
I remember when I was that young and I looked at older girls and considered them as a bases for what I would be. When an older girl was sweet and charming to everyone around her, I would think, “I want to be just like her!”
I was a silent watcher, observing and forming opinions on people I would never actually talk to. The idea that that “older girl” is now me is horrifying because I know that if anyone looks up to me, they’ll be sorely disappointed.
In the words of my best friend, on the phone today, “I’m growing up. I can’t help it.”
It’s pretty terrifying.
In the words of Switchfoot, “This is your life – are you who you want to be?”
There are no second chances, no “ready, set, go” announcements. What I have right now is the life that I will continue to live till I die. For better or worse, I am growing up. Now I’ve just got to make the most out of it.