I didn't sign up for this!
Oh wait. I really didn't sign up for anything.
My 15th birthday is rapidly drawing close, and I'm freaking out. I've never been worried about growing up. I never fantasized about Neverland, and I never thought I would think differently. But there was an exact moment a few weeks ago where I went: "Oh, crap. I'm going to be fifteen in just over a month. That's a year away from sixteen. I'll have to get a job next year! I'll get my permit! I'll need to start saving for a car! I'm going to start college courses!!" And I decided I didn't want to turn fifteen.
Well, ok, I kind of do. But can I stay fifteen?
So I have a predicament. I'm now stressed out of my fourteen (almost) fifteen year old brain about getting older. I don't want responsibility! This is my last summer of freedom!
Maybe it won't be so bad when I get there. Maybe the freedom I'll have down the road when I can drive will make up for the next two years. Maybe having a summer job won't be horrific. But I still can't help but not feel ready, and slightly dread being sixteen and seventeen. Time will tell, I suppose.
Can anyone relate? Am I the only one scared out of my wits at growing up? Can you brave veterans who have made it through the years I'm dreading lessen my fears? I need support here, people!
Your (depressing. sorry) blogger,
-Felicia Kathryn xxx