Today is the day.
In just a matter of hours, one chapter of my life will end, while another begins.
I'm such a mess- excited, nervous, ecstatic, anxious, jovial, fearful.
I can't believe it's finally time.
I've wanted to get out of high school since I entered, and now that it comes down to the final moments, I still can't wait to get out, but I'm a nervous wreck.
The future looms over me, uncertain as always, yet more enticing than ever before.
The past, my life up to now, stretches out behind me, reminding me of all my mistakes, my failures, my regrets, but also of all my successes, my joys, my few mountain-top moments.
And where is the present? It is here, now. It was recently the future, and will soon be the past. But presently, the present is a present, a gift, as it always proves to be. This present is just bound up in fancy wrapping, marked as one of the most symbolic gifts of my life, one that I have been hopping up and down for in anticipation for years. And now that I can finally take it in my hands, now that it has finally become tangible, part of me just wants to set it down and look at it, to take in the moment, the symbolism, while the other part wants to tear it open and put it to use.
Oh, irony!
I can't explain why I feel this way. I think it probably has something to do with my untameable nerves, and my mostly annoying tendency to overanalyze everything.
I suppose the thing bearing on my mind that most lends itself to pulling me back is the very harsh reality of a fork in the road. Or, rather, multiple forks. And somehow I know that so many of the people whom I have taken for granted over the years will be taking another road. People are the means by which God most often works in our lives, and so many of these people have helped shape my life in more ways than I or they can ever perceive. And it is going to be hard to part with them for good. I was foolish to think I was immune just because I watched so many people depart from my life last year. Even a scarred and hardened heart like mine can break again.
Maybe now I am rambling, maybe I sound too sentimental, but do remember this:
People are precious, priceless, irreplaceable individuals made in the image of God.
Never take anyone for granted.
I thank God for you all.
-Laura
I'm such a mess- excited, nervous, ecstatic, anxious, jovial, fearful.
I can't believe it's finally time.
I've wanted to get out of high school since I entered, and now that it comes down to the final moments, I still can't wait to get out, but I'm a nervous wreck.
The future looms over me, uncertain as always, yet more enticing than ever before.
The past, my life up to now, stretches out behind me, reminding me of all my mistakes, my failures, my regrets, but also of all my successes, my joys, my few mountain-top moments.
And where is the present? It is here, now. It was recently the future, and will soon be the past. But presently, the present is a present, a gift, as it always proves to be. This present is just bound up in fancy wrapping, marked as one of the most symbolic gifts of my life, one that I have been hopping up and down for in anticipation for years. And now that I can finally take it in my hands, now that it has finally become tangible, part of me just wants to set it down and look at it, to take in the moment, the symbolism, while the other part wants to tear it open and put it to use.
Oh, irony!
I can't explain why I feel this way. I think it probably has something to do with my untameable nerves, and my mostly annoying tendency to overanalyze everything.
I suppose the thing bearing on my mind that most lends itself to pulling me back is the very harsh reality of a fork in the road. Or, rather, multiple forks. And somehow I know that so many of the people whom I have taken for granted over the years will be taking another road. People are the means by which God most often works in our lives, and so many of these people have helped shape my life in more ways than I or they can ever perceive. And it is going to be hard to part with them for good. I was foolish to think I was immune just because I watched so many people depart from my life last year. Even a scarred and hardened heart like mine can break again.
Maybe now I am rambling, maybe I sound too sentimental, but do remember this:
People are precious, priceless, irreplaceable individuals made in the image of God.
Never take anyone for granted.
I thank God for you all.
-Laura