So here we are. Here we all are. A little bit lost at times, but turning pages in one chapter as we move toward the next. I know it's cliche and I promise not to bore you with a plethora of used material, but let's not reinvent the wheel. Hate the cliche all you want, but my life has always felt like a book.
Some chapters excite, others are a little dark, some are raw and others lull on, boring you and leaving you ready for any sort of plot development. Characters are dynamic, some losing relevance all together while others surprise you with their capabilities. There are plot twists, small ironies, and maybe a typo or too that the editor just didn't catch.
But the obnoxious part of it all? It doesn't matter how often I feel my own pages turning, life isn't quite as book-like as I sometimes hope. My book is a little different than the books decorating my bedside table. No matter how fed up or curious or anxious or excited I get, I will never be able to flip to the end to see how it all works out.
So here I am. A twenty one year old who just ended an awesome chapter in her life, but is so utterly unsure how the rest of her book is going to turn out. None of us know what will happen on the next page, much less how our story will go. But what we do know is that for now, there are songs to be heard, meals to be eaten, movies to be watched and friends to be cherished as we figure our next chapter out.
Let's turn pages together.
Enjoying and learning from this chapter as the pages turn