17

Maybe I am the only one in the world (ha), but I don't feel my age. I still feel like I am 17. I don't go around thinking about the years under my belt--I just never feel like I left 17. Granted, I am very aware that I have indeed moved past 17. I have made many choices, done many things since then. But somewhere inside, I am just 17.

This clashed with reality as 2 days ago my "little" sister turned 17. Whoa. It's odd to see myself in her some times then see someone completely different, unique and amazing in her other times. What a blessing to get to see her grow and change. I understand more everyday why adults always tell you to enjoy being a kid and stop itching to grow up so fast. I find myself feeling that about my sister as she is doing just that: growing up. Which is ironic, because I know people that are 5 years older than myself think the same thing about me. "Don't get married yet, you have plenty of time." "Don't rush X, Y and Z..."

I don't want to hurry through life. I want to enjoy where I am for the time I am there. And when it is time to move on, I will do so with peace regarding the past and anticipation for the future. If only my silly heart wasn't so quick to plan the next step... Oh, who am I kidding? I don't plan the next step, I try to solve the outcome before I begin the process. I want to take life slowly, a day at a time and truly learn what it means to be content with where God has me. He has hopes and dreams for me that are far greater than my own. I will cling to Him over anything else.