day one

I'm going to try to blog. I've thought about it for awhile now. I never really understood the concept, to be honest. I mean, there are journals. Why not just journal? Then I realize how nice it is to have someone read something you wrote. To have something "out there" that is not only for yourself. I'm not a writer, but when/if I ever write I short story - I want someone to read it. That way, this little world I just created is not just in my own head. Someone else can enjoy it and ask questions or add comments. Basically, I think our lives are better when people are involved. This thought reminds me of a quote that I like.

"If loving other people is a bit of heaven then certainly isolation is a bit of hell, and to that degree, here on earth, we decide in which state we would like to live."
- Donald Miller

I'm almost 24 which is incredibly weird to think about, but also - I'm thinking about what I've learned. Life is hard. I feel as though I'm in the midst of a weird life phase. I'm not a kid (as evidenced by the looming number 24), but I don't really feel like an adult. My mom called me today to ask me for advice. Who am I? Where am I? What happened to my mom having all the answers and me asking her? I love the fact that I'm getting older - honestly. I love the independence and the whole figuring everything out thing. Don't get me wrong. But there are times when I just want to be 6 years old and fighting with my parents about wearing my purple Osh Kosh overalls for the third day in a row. But you can't be 6 forever. Let's think about that and then you get books like "Tuck Everlasting." Not good. I guess I'll stick with 24 (and then 25, 26...) and take each year as it comes. I'll take joy in today.

That's it for now.