Finals are over. The semester is over. For some reason instead of screaming and dancing for joy, I'm simply content. I can look back and know that my "pencil has written a success story." The first six months of being an adult weren't smooth sailing, but I didn't shipwreck. Thanks to some expert help with steering and a bright lighthouse, I'm safe and sound. Do you think we are ever ready to grow up? I guess it's just something the creeps up on us "ready or not here I come" and before you know it you're in college. I've learned a lot about myself. I am who I create. Through my good or bad habits I become a person. When I'm 20, when I'm a mom, when I'm an old granny I'll still be Tikla, and what every that means to me now will shape what I am then.
Well I'd better finish packing. I'm off to Lewiston to visit my Aunt and Uncle for Christmas. Speaking of which!!! Oh my! It's nearly Christmas!!!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!
Well I'd better finish packing. I'm off to Lewiston to visit my Aunt and Uncle for Christmas. Speaking of which!!! Oh my! It's nearly Christmas!!!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!