When I think about the next year and having to step up and become a “proper adult”, I literally want to crawl under my bed and stay there forever. I keep thinking, “I’m not ready, I’m not ready, I’m not ready…”
After weeks of dwelling on turning 21, I’ve come to harsh reality it will happen. Time will not stop or slow down. I must face it and go on.
In my 21st year of life, I’m setting new goals and facing my biggest fears with a Godly courage, and strength.
Maybe the truth is I’m most afraid of this year because it’s well, my year. My year to grow more into the women God has called me to be, follow through with my dreams and ambitions to become an EMT and finally start my medical career.
It’s my time to shine. This is my year. Bring it on, 21.
“I will fear no evil for Thou art with me.” Psalm 23:4
