Hey, hobbits.
I know I’ve been gone a lot. ACT prep stole my time. (I’m still looking for a place to lodge a complaint.)
I think the original idea was for me to take the ACT once. Something happened to that, ’cause I just took it for the third time. The third time. Opening my fancy scientific calculator again was a weird feeling. It was a little bit like a reunion with an old friend, and a little bit like running into your arch enemy when you thought he fell off a cliff in the last episode.
The Seventh Short Story also kinda’ fell off the bus. Did you miss him? We’ll see if he comes back.
Anyway, I turned eighteen last week. Eighteen.
I keep looking in the mirror and saying, “You’re eighteen,” but I still don’t buy it. I look or feel like an adult.
“They told us that time flies, didn’t know what it means
Now I feel like we’re just running around trying to catch it and hoping to cut up its wings”
-“Lost in the Moment” by NF
Sometimes I think I was smarter when I was younger. Like I’m growing backwards, and getting dumber.
Maybe that’s true. But my heart’s in a better place now. I’m not as selfish as I was when I was little, and I’m better at loving people, and at loving Jesus.
At the end of the day, that stuff’s more important.
So I guess I’m excited to grow up. I’m excited to see where this year takes me. I want to keep sharing my weird brain with you all, even when my life gets busy, so I’ll keep trying to do that too.
Thanks for reading.