I've spent a lot of time in the past 72 hours thinking about my year. A lot of people do this in December somewhere between the extra wrapping paper and throwing out the Christmas tree (or avoiding such trees if you're Jewish or something besides mainstream, straight-up American).
My "new beginning" isn't quite the same as making resolutions or unpacking the heavy coats for the traditional New Year's Eve jam in downtown Atlanta or New York or Chicago or bigcitywherever, but more of a life lesson. It's hard to learn from something while you're in the middle of it.
If you don't believe me, ask me something about Calculus. I promise I understand it more now than I did three years ago during class.
My college years have been full of lessons - and tons of bee stings, scraped knees, paper cuts, and headaches - but the lessons are what stand out.
When someone tells you that your high school years are the best years of your life, don't believe them. Wait until you get to college - move out, try to make it on your own, pinch your own pennies, decide your own curfew away from home, take care of YOU.
I could go on for days about the crazy things God has done in the past four years - and the crazy things I'VE done, but I know for sure that the next year will be the same. God will wreck my world, make things insane, and drive me crazy, but I'll love Him more and more each day, grow closer, and somehow find more of myself.
This is my senior year of college. Bring it on. I'm ready.
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