Special Days

In 11 days something "special will happen. Its one day out of the year that is the most special of all. To one person. It’s a day when you are supposed to change, grow, and have learned from the year before. Yet on this day I don’t believe I will feel any different then I did a year ago. On Friday, March 13 1991, I was born, and on this day I am supposed to remember everything that the last 19 years have done for me.
I never really stop to think that is has been a whole year except for my birthday and new years. It’s really the only time people stop and reflect. So as 11 days comes crawling up, imp starting to think about everything vie done. What were the goals I had set to have done by this time next year? Even though birthdays are 24 hours, the same length as every day, it feels like the shortest 24 hours of your life.
In 11 days I will be a year older then what I was last year and now 19 years old. Even though birthdays are supposed to be fun I almost find it sad. I don’t really like the idea of growing up, never have. Yet imp a very impatient person. Growing up I always wanted to do things now. I wanted my life to start now, wanted to go, to travel, to dream. Still, my parents held me back reminding me that when I am grown up, I can do all those things just fine.
So here’s the real test, here I am, no longer a teenager, not yet considered an adult, and I have one year tell I’m 20 to figure out what it means to me to be an adult. I have amazing dreams for my life, and I do believe that 19 is a good year to start some of the more "ridiculous" ones that are now or never. Wish me luck.

11 days and counting