Surrender: The Greatest Battle You Will Ever Win
Well, I'm 18 now. Do I look 18, act 18, think 18, or realize that I am now a legal adult that needs to act like one? Um, no. How are adults even supposed to act? Has anyone figured that out yet? I was petrified of this birthday. No honestly, I spent the last night of my 17th year crying my eyes out on the bathroom floor because I was so scared of actually being 18. Its just a birthday, you say. You're right. It is. And age is just a number. I am by no means old now. But I was crying because as a little girl I always had a picture in my mind of what I would be when I turned 18. Who I would be. What I would be doing. It was who I would be in the future. And suddenly, the future was now, and I was so very far from the girl I had hoped to be. It was all very startling, confusing, devastating, and scary. What had I been doing with my life all these years? Why was I not where I thought I needed to be? What happened? So I cried, and asked God why. And, then like most times, the ...