Reminiscing

I'm up, grown up, in exactly 57 days...18. Things are very different from how I expected they would be. My homeschool graduation ceremony will have nine people in attendance. My mom my dad, two sisters, four brothers, and me. plus a cake but that doesn't count as a person. Do we ever really grow up? I guess deep down I hope we don't. I always want to be Tikla, I guess I always will be. Life is wonderful, life is a dance, life is a song, life is laughter and tears, mountains and valleys, spinach and jello. I will never be a 12 year old again. I'll never go to seminary again, yesterday was here, lived, and then gone. We are all given enough time. I wonder how much I've wasted. I don't want to think about that. I want to think about all the time I still have that I won't waste. What am I going to do? I'm excited to find out. It's late I should be in bed. I can't sleep, I keep thinking about how much I'll miss singing in harmony with Tori, waking up to roosters at 5:30 in the morning, walking on the beach. This all sounds so sad, but it isn't. Not really. It's the beginning of a story, or a new chapter.

"Those who do not hear the music, think the dancer mad."