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Another Year Older

The idea that I'm now a 21-year-old member of society really makes me question the 21 years I've been alive. I wonder what I've accomplished in 21 years that could make me memorable to those around me and to myself. I wonder who I have impacted and I think about those who have impacted me. I think about my past jobs and the things they taught me and I think about my future career. Now that I am "officially" a teacher (almost) I think about the lives of the students I will teach. I think of all the things in my life that have taught me to be responsible. I think of the changes my life has gone through, the heartbreaks, the joys, the moments of sadness. I think of those I love back home. I think of how much I wish they knew how their place in my past has directly impacted my future. I think of those who I may not have been the best to, and pray that someone has been better. I think of how much my heart aches for the things in my life that I wish could be different. I think of my loving Father in Heaven who has blessed me with 21 years on this earth. I think of the amount of love that I feel each moment I have to meditate and think of His greatness. I think a lot about my future. I think of my future husband and the impact he will have on my life. I think of my future babies and what kind of mother I'll be. Most of all, right now I'm thinking of the next 21 years. What will be different? What will be the same? Will I be someone in 21 years that will be proud of the past? It all depends, it's all up to me, and that's a challenge I'm willing and ready to accept.


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