I was devestated. Not for any one particular reason; just the over all knowledge that I would no longer be 21. I could no longer excuse myself as the young irresponsible 21er and I was determined that I would spend my 22nd birthday locked in my room crying. I was losing my youth (or so I felt) and I didnt' know what to do with myself. All I ever had was my youth- an excuse I used more often than not to dismiss my irresponsible behavoir. But I wasn't fooling anyone but myself. I was lost.
A year has past and what a journey it has been. Here I am, on the eve of my 23rd birthday and wouldn't trade it for the world. This past year as been one huge emotional roller coaster ride but in everything God has been there, guiding my path, bringing me right to this place of pure contentment. Had you asked me a year ago if I was excited for my birthday I would have gone into some dramatically pathetic sob fest in which I completey and utterly felt sorry for myself. But tonight, I sit here, filled with pure enthusiasm; not for my birthday per se, but for the road ahead and the plans God has in store for me. I'm 23 and proud of it; fo real!