Two weeks ago, I turned 21.

Wow. It’s a little scary to realize that I’m not just a teenage kid with forever to figure out the direction I want to go in my life. Instead of wondering what kind of person I want to be when I’m older, I am becoming that person. My person-hood is more fully formed than it was when I was 16.

I am becoming better at embracing my own personality and quirkiness instead of hiding my true personality to act the way I feel I should.

It is so easy to look at the others around me and feel that I should act more like them. As I’ve grown up though, I’ve finally started to realize that it’s okay to be me.

The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily
do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm.
If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness. –St. Therese of Lisieux

We’re all called to different paths of holiness. Each person’s intricacies and gifts help them mature and grow into holiness if they so choose. We’re not all supposed to be the same. That would be boring!

Life is not how I imagined it would be at 21. My life is not nearly as together as I thought and though it’s hard to accept reality sometimes, I am so grateful for my life. I’m grateful for my family. And I’m so grateful for my beautiful friends who planned such a fun day for me! Having such a close group of friends is something I don’t take for granted. I realize how lucky I am to have such a beautiful group of women whom I’ve grown alongside. I can share anything with them and they help me strive toward sainthood.

Also: Reason #231 I don’t feel old enough to be 21: Alcohol is overrated. Chocolate is waaay better.



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