I remember being 18, and thinking how time was moving so slowly or wondering how I would be in the future. At 18, I was convinced I knew everything there was about me. I thought I wouldn't change, and that I had my life all planned out. (Little did I know...)
I was going to be a nurse, make enough money to travel the world, get married, and have 3 children. At least that was the plan. (Boy have I changed since then...)
There is a lot of me that hasn't changed... I am still childish, silly, and lives in a bubble. But then again a lot has changed... I am a little bit more serious, realistic and practical.
During our senior year of high school, our English teacher had us make a memory box that we wouldn't be able to open for 5 years. I had put in a bunch of random things in the box, and forgot about it.
I have letters from friends that I was to read 5 years later, lots of random stuff, pictures and cards in the box. They were things that I treasured as an 18 year old.
Looking back at high school at 23 is so strange. I forgot about all the things that I wanted and planned to do. It was even odder to read a letter that I had written to myself 5 years ago.
It's even more embarrassing to reread my old journals. What on earth was I thinking? Was I really that silly? I would die if anyone ever read it. It's that bad.
My life has not turned out the way I had expected it to. My life has had a lot of roller coaster moments. My life has been unpredictable, but I love it. I don't mind the chaos that is my life. I don't mind the unpredictability. Who knows what shall become of me in the next 5 years.
My 18 year old self had told my 23 year old self to just be happy, and I am... I'm too much of a jolly person to ever be sad for long.
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