21. It seems so old. Like I never really thought I would ever get there. Here. But what's the big deal anyhow? How come it makes me feel so extremely old and sad? Maybe it's because of all the things I haven't done. Seriously, how many girls make it to their 21st birthday without ever having a boyfriend? Without getting out of the VL club? Me.
But what about all the things I have done? I have been to Mexico and played with a dolphin. I have traveled around O'ahu in a convertible with family. I have ridden horses through the mountains. Camped out at the beach. Oohed and ahhed at Sea World.
I have had my heart broken, cooked thousands of burgers, been to funerals.
I have seen love, pain, sadness and joy. I have gotten numberless kisses from nieces and nephews. I have gotten hugs that matter. I have made mistakes. I have cried and laughed with friends. I have prayed my heart out.
Have I lived?
Have I made a difference? 21 years gone by and what have I accomplished? I have no degrees. I am not famous. I have not saved a life. But I have lived mine.
And I will keep on living it. I have to. No matter how lonely or discouraging. There can be no more giving up. This is my life and it is nowhere close to being over. "I am the master of my fate, the captain of my soul."