It's 10:27 on Tuesday, April 2. I am going back to school tomorrow after spring break. I should be asleep. I don't have any last minute work to finish, seeing as it is the start of a new quarter. No. The reason I am still awake is because tomorrow marks the end of my 16th year. I feel like I am 7-years-old again. Anxiously awaiting the clock, and beaming with joy that I will finally be caught up to my older classmates. The only difference now is that I am not beaming with joy. I am sitting in bed typing this post on my phone. I am taking a break from reading The Princess Bride. I am 15 years and 364 days old. And I don't feel particularly different or extra special.
What I have come to accept over the years is that each day is new, different, and special. I learn and grow from my daily experiences and not by an annual date on the calendar.
I do, however, feel very different from when I was in this place last year. Over the past year, I have faced the toughest and most life changing experiences ever. I guess you feel that way every year (or at least you do when you are a kid). With in a certain year you could learn a completely new skill, start a new hobby, or make a new friend. I have done all of these and much more.
So tomorrow I will be sixteen. I will have experienced 16 years worth of life-changing experiences, and I still have a life's worth of growing ahead of me.
