on sunday, i turned seventeen.
when i was younger, i used to think that teenagers were so old, wise, and all-knowing. but i don't feel old, i am not wise, and i am constantly discovering how much there is to know and how little i really do know. i don't feel prepared to handle big decisions that i need to make soon, decisions about college and life after high school. even with those things looming, i am still looking forward to enjoying things that don't scare me, things like family, singing, knitting, photography, flowers, books; things that i love and cherish. seventeen gives me enough time to savor things will also planning ahead. seventeen should be a good year. full of ups and downs, certainly, but still good.
{me last year}
{me this year}
