I looked in the mirror yesterday and saw that I was different. Nothing physical, mind you, I just made eye contact with myself for a split second and knew something had changed. After thinking for a moment and studying my face carefully, I realized what it was. I looked older. I was older. I *am* older. And that's when it hit me--- I really am growing up. I really am changing, I really am maturing, metamorphosizing, whatever you want to call it. It's up, up, and away. I suppose I never really comprehended it before, that I would continue to grow and change, never again to be what I was in the past. Never again will I be a tiny blonde little sprite of a girl, never again will I be an awkwardly depressed 13 year old, never again will I be sixteen. Never. The things I will do in my future; and the things I will become, have just hit me like a sack of bricks. As hokey as it sounds, my future really is ahead of me, and that makes life exciting beyond expression. What's around the next corner? I have no idea. But if I could change enough in one day, one boring, simple day, so much that I noticed it in my reflection... what will tomorrow bring? It sorta makes you want to keep your eyes open, doesn't it? Happy traveling. God Bless.