Today is my last day as a teenager. I don't think 13 year old Elise would have ever imagined this would be a thing. 20! Does that seem ridiculously old to anyone else? I can't quite wrap my mind around it. Being 19 was a good year for me. I feel like it was a year of preparation. I could feel myself transitioning from being a teenager to being an adult. In some ways that was really great. I'm on that edge of being so excited to no longer be young and wishing I could stay the youngest forever.
Some cool things that happened during 2015: (side note: I absolutely love how my birthday and the new year are so close together. I love it).
I had my first job this year, and I get a certain level of satisfaction every time I spend or save my own money. Every time I pay rent, it's a little annoying because money is leaving, but there is something so satisfying about it as well. I had an internship at a medical auditing company and had the chance to fly to Philadelphia by myself three times. I stayed in a hotel by myself for the first time, and also ordered room service. I hiked the Y for the first time, at midnight. I did extremely well on a lot of projects and exams. There are still some scores that I am really proud of because they showed a lot of effort on my part. I lived at home all summer, which was really hard for me. It felt like I was taking giant strides back, instead of growing forward. I felt trapped with insecurities and bored with writing SQL. But, I got to go on a lot of hikes with my parents. I got to have a convenient canal in my backyard to run on. I got to spend the 4th of July with Anne, and go to the lake. I went to my first two concerts--Matt Kearney and Ingrid Michaelson. I drove to Arizona and went on my first road trip with friends. I moved myself out of my dorm. I said goodbye to the rest of my friends, and I've learned saying goodbye takes some guts. I made some really good friends, and I've learned to act like myself a little more. When I think of some past interactions, I am proud. I've stopped bending over backwards to get people to like me, and I've just gone with it. I finished two more half marathons. I read a lot of L.M. Montgomery. I said goodbye to my childhood home and ward. I took care of Anne over New Year's Eve...oh and helped when she had strep throat. (note to self, cross nurse off of potential careers. I'm horrible at it). I wrote in my everyday journal more, but didn't do the best job of writing in other journals. I realized that I really need to come up with a new way to push myself. My goals were interesting this year. I didn't have any that enthralled me. I'm still thinking about what to do for next year. This year was not one where I pushed myself, but I felt like everything else pushed me. I read Better Than Before and Rising Strong, both books that got me thinking. I wholeheartedly embraced being a questioner, and I am trying to do a better job of utilizing that part of my personality. I worked hard in school this past semester. I put in a lot of time, and for that I am really proud. I spent more time with Anne than I have in a really long time. Anne and I took our first vacation together, by ourselves, which was really fun and interesting! See what I mean? There were so many things this year that pushed me and caused me to step up. I awkwardly fell in love with a few of Sam Hunt's songs, realized I actually still liked One Direction, and listened to an embarrassing amount of Justin Bieber. I said hello to a few old friends. I learned to say no...or realized that I need to do a better job of saying no. I made plans for a study abroad. I began to schedule my day, hour by hour, minute by minute. I did a better job of hosting parties and relaxing. I stayed up later and got up earlier (I know, I know). This was such a full year! It didn't have the flashy appeal of 2014 (can we take a sec and appreciate 2014?). But it was the type of year that feels good in your bones.
Sorry to have to 'summary' posts in a row, but I think recording stuff like this is really important. At the very beginning of this year, when Anne was throwing up, and people were coming to look at our house, I remember being exhausted. I felt that this was going to be a really good, but really hard year. And I'm grateful that Heavenly Father taught me so many lessons in the way that I did. I am so grateful for that. I have really good feelings about this winter. I feel good about my future plans and the future Elise. It's going to be a good semester.
xo. Elise
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