It's been a minute since we visited my precious teenage journals. Maya is approaching her fifteenth birthday, so I found it appropriate to share this entry from two months before my fifteenth birthday.
First of all, let's talk about that dream about The Edge having a baby named Ivanhoe. Not so hard to imagine a celebrity naming their child that these days, is it?
Also, the lesson I learned and wrote down in this entry is so important, and I have tried to follow it since. There have been many nights where I have been struck with inspiration and drug myself from bed to write it down. Now I usually keep something to write with next to the bed, or use One Note on my phone.
So then I start going on about my birthday, with that passion that kids have for being older, though really they're only in a hurry to be twenty one, as evidenced by my assertion that it would all even out in the end, when my older classmates would turn thirty a few months before me.
What really cracks me up is that, once again, it's evident how much L.M. Montgomery and Jane Austen I was reading at the time, once I start trying to wax poetically philosophical about pressed flowers. Man, I was so lame.
Maya here. I just wanna put my two cents in, since I'll be turning 15 in less than two months and all. I'm actually kind of the opposite right now when it comes to growing up and such. I'm perfectly happy being one of the 'younger' kids, and I have no desire to grow up faster. I remember being in fourth grade and thinking to myself that I couldn't imagine being in 8th grade. It was only four years away, but it felt like an eternity! Now I'm about three months away from finishing freshman year and becoming a sophomore. I'm three years away from college! A job! A house! Bills! Marriage! Children! Time goes by too quickly! I've learned that I need to stop wishing time away, because you don't get it back.