I am TRAUMATIZED.
There is no other word to describe it.
Dismayed. Horrified.
Because.
In less than three months I will be
seventeen.
Sixteen and seventeen are as different as
Stars and fluorescent light-bulbs.
Purple and green.
Childhood and adulthood. {literally}
Yes, I am being way over-dramatic.
No, I am not seriously traumatized.
At least, not to the point of fainting. {Unfortunately, I might add.}
Sixteen has been the best year of my entire life.
I learned how to say no; I learned how to say yes.
There were times when life seemed like it was just too hard.
Times when life was overwhelming.
Then there were times when life seemed too good to be true.
Times when dreams became reality.
Yes, "I am sixteen going on seventeen", but I am not "waiting for life to start."
It already did. My life is as near perfect as any life could possibly be.
And yet, I know that this life is not the ultimate end.
Which means that turning seventeen is not taking me from a perfect life- it is thrusting me forward towards, literally, paradise.
Seventeen is going to be great. I'm counting on lots of laughter and dreams and tears and smiles and dances by myself and grins at my reflection in the mirror because life is good but God is greater.
So, life, bring it on.
I'm ready for you, seventeen.
