i can't remember how old i was. maybe i was 7 or 8 or 9. but i remember staring out the window, crying. i was scared of growing older. i was scared that my favorite color wouldn't be pink anymore. scared of leaving home and becoming an adult and a family.
i still am. but right now. at 2:32 pm, i'm just dying to get out there. and get away from high school drama, these little high school friendships, a bunch of high school cliques.
this summer, i want to laugh so hard everyday, to drive with no destination, get my belly button pierced, go to the beach for more than a day...
i've stayed the same, but changed so much.
i think my mission trip is going to rock my world. never mind that we'll poop in a hole and sleep in a tent, but playing with little kids, singing songs with the guitar, riding on elephants.
to see the world in a whole new way.
i now know this too, will past and i know i'll want it all back one day. so i'll live each day, trying to push the fears away.
cause change happens.
after all, my favorite color is blue.