You know, this birthday came and passed, and really, it doesn't feel like it actually came. Yes, I got gifts, I got a couple of Happy Birthdays, but in reality, it's just time passing, isn't it? I've been 22 for two weeks now, and in those last two weeks more has happened than I really know what to do with. My mom went in for her fourth biopsy yesterday, and she'll get the news tomorrow about the same thing that killed her mom; whether or not it's benign. Then we'll know whether or not we can afford a surgery that my father has been putting off for far too long now.
I don't say all these things for sympathy, or attention, but rather, it's more a way of actually getting it out without having to share it with the whole world.
I guess my thought process is that this life is way more fleeting than we realize. A good friend of mine once made a list of the things she wanted to do before she died (of course, she was actually faced with a visible possibility of death). She even went to a Jewish camp because being a camp counselor was on her list (probably one of the mose hilarious stories I have EVER heard). My father has always wanted to publish a book. He's 68 years old, and still has not completed this task. I don't want to put off the things that I really want to do in life just because I think I can do them later in life.
It's late, I should be getting to bed. It's been a long day. Brit, I love you, thanks for talking to me about everything tonight. I don't think you realize this, but you happen to be one of the most inspiring Christian women that I know. I don't think you realize how significant an example you set for the other ladies around you. Maybe that will be what turns us around in our darkest time. Thanks for being such an awesome friend. I am going to miss you SO much when you go to Jordan.