I'm a little bit darker than i was yesterday. I don't know if it's my new skin tone, or just the fact that I'm growing and my skin is getting older, but i feel like a different person. I feel so rejuvenated, and renewed, and now that I'm starting to feel changed, maybe I can start to BE changed. I'm writing a new chapter in my life, and though the old ones can never really be erased, they will remain in a separate volume, only looked upon when needed.
I suppose it's all a part of growing up: writing and rewriting your story, your legacy. Someone told me, that my life was so funny, and to this day I wonder if it was actually the funny things that happened, or how I told them to her. To anyone not living our life, it is only how we tell it, and how we write it. Some tell it like they see it, while others, not knowing, exaggerate. Some tell it boring, some sad, and some, like me, funny. What's important is not that your story entertains others, but that it entertains yourself. You want to look back and remember your life how you want to, not how you wanted others to. Enjoy your reminiscing, and live through your change.
I wrote that about 3 years ago, and it's amazing how far I've come. Looking back, It's amazing how much has changed. I'm so glad I met so many great people who have enriched my life in many ways. I've had a lot of firsts, scary firsts. I'm a traveler. I'm a learner. I've totally turned myself into someone with potential to be the person I want to be. College will be here sooner than I can imagine, and I am so excited to meet new people and let the learning REALLY begin.
I think that everyone needs to start over once and a while. Even if nothing's really wrong, or if things are going in the right direction we need to end chapters and begin new ones. On June 8, 2007 I will graduate from Laurel High School Suma Cum Laude...a valedictorian. On June 9th, I will cut off all of my hair and donate it to charity. Why? I think that after high school I need to start over again. What better way to do that than severing a piece of the old me. It wasn't a bad me, and I think that's why someone will make better use out of it.
New beginings. What glory.
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