I am officially 18. Born at 2:13 at p.m. Talk about crazy. A little scared...a little nervous...feeling very loved and happy. I am currently typing this on my brand new laptop! (eek! I have been waiting for this forever). I went shopping with my sister, went and saw Frozen (some people are worth melting for), and went to dinner with my family. Yesterday my mom threw me a surprise birthday party and it was absolutely perfect, right down to the light pink balloons that still make me happy when I see them.
I've been thinking a lot about being 18. I feel like I'm really good at being a teenager. I am a successful high school student. I can ace those tests, I can finish those projects, I can win those awards. I can do all of that, and quite easily, well...ok with some stress. But I don't know how to be an adult. I don't know how to pay bills, be a parent, have a career. I don't know what it's like to not have my entire life in front of me. I don't know how. And that is what scares me probably the most about being 18.
But if anything, this birthday has taught me that I am loved. Over 40 people came to my surprise party yesterday. I had so many people text me, post on my wall, and bring me the nicest gifts. I am loved and people like me. And I think that it is enough, enough to let me move past the fear of the unknown I have.
And, like my sister's gift to me said, "Do not fear the future."
xo. Elise, the 18 year old.
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