These days I simply do not feel like writing posts. I want to and I have ideas for posts, but I don't feel like writing them. If I did, I feel like nobody would even care.
Sometimes I wonder, if I quietly slipped out of the blogger world, would anybody even notice I was gone?
My life is changing and there's no getting around it. My baby sister is turning thirteen on Sunday - when did she get to be so old!? My one and only brother is starting drivers ed and will be getting his licenses soon. My oldest sister has a boyfriend and the next thing I know she'll be married and living three-thousand miles away from me. Even LaKaysha has something going on in her life - she starts getting trained in for a job in October. And then there's me. I turn eighteen in October. "Little, Fat Daminika" - eighteen. (don't freak out, I was fat when I was a baby and it just stuck) How did this sneak up on me? When I was little, I dreamed of being sixteen. I never thought past that age. Then seventeen came along and I was little bit like, "okay... I've past my dream age". Now. Eighteen!?
I've been trying to prepare myself for turning eighteen, which is kinda weird, but the thought of being that old scares me. I just sit at home all week - and I mean sit, there isn't much to do at our little house - and then on Sunday I go to church. There's my life. Most my friends live in other states or places and I find myself lonely for New Hampshire and the people there.
Eighteen years old, no job, no car, no life. Right? I know it's probably not true, but I feel like I don't have a life. But I must have a life - I'm living aren't I?
When I was in New Hampshire, I told a cousin about my fear of going home to "no life" and getting stuck again. She told me that she had found every life has potential if you just give it a chance. She probably has no idea how grateful I was to hear her say that. On days when I feel like my life has no point, I remember her telling me that. *smiles*
I've never been able to stand it when someone turns eighteen and then gets depressed. It's always bugged me. And I'm trying hard not do that. Only God can keep me from getting depressed and I know that. *winks*
I feel like if I get all my fears of being eighteen out right now, by the time my birthday actually comes along I'll be okay with it all. *winks*
But enough about that *winks and sticks out tongue*
This month has been active and full of adventures. I think my favorite two things I've done so far this month are one: go to the most beautiful wedding ever, and two: go camping in the mountains with my family. *nods* also, I went to the beach, and climbed the Column again, and ate yummy clam chowder, and drank lots of yummy coffee... it's been a good month for sure.
I have been working on a post about the camping trip - when I actually force myself to sit down the computer (like now *winks*). So that will be going up sometime... someday... *laughs*
Also, the end of the month is coming up fast! And then a photo dump! Hopefully on time this time. *chuckles*
The wedding was a second cousins wedding, and my cousin stood in it. She's was so beautiful I could've cried! And the bride and groom! *swoons* It's been a while since I've been to a wedding. I forgot how swoony weddings make me get. *laughs*
So. Who else is done with summer?
I normally don't get tired of any season (last winter was an exception - way too much snow) but summer started like a month early this year, so... it can go away now. I wouldn't mind at all.
I'm so looking forward to the coziness of fall, and even my birthday despite the huge number *winks*
There you have a randomly-put-together post about my life right now!
I hope your life has been great and you've enjoyed your summer!
What fun stuff have you done this summer?
Do weddings make you swoon too?