Everytime I look back at old baby pictures and then see pictures of me today, I get a weird feeling. It's more of a "WHOA!!! How did I get here?? How did this happen???!! How did this girl (younger) become THIS girl (older)???!!" I feel sorta old and then it makes me wonder what I will look like in the future. I long for the good ol' days sometime and wish for my young innocence back and then I see where I am today and wonder how in the world did I ever get here and have done things I have done. It's a really humbling experience really. I see myself as a child and I can still remember what went through my mind when I was that young and how shy I used to be, I still am but to a lesser degree. When I was little I always dreamed that my adulthood (20's mostly) would be the best years ever. I would be outgoing and happy with life, even though I am not the most outgoing person I know, I believe I've improved a great deal since grade school and I may not be insanely happy now, but I'm content now and hopefull that one day I'll be happy happy happy. Looking back on it, I'm proud that I have done some the things I done and known some of the people I've known.
As the years pass I have really taken great appreciation for my friends. They are really the best people I know and I love them dearly. I often wonder how did I become so lucky to know them and what makes me so special to be in their lives? Do they appreciate me as much as I appreciate them? But I try not to worry about that too much, as long as they talk to me and seem friendly to me, that is enough. I'm lucky in many ways and I'm glad that I am where I am today. Yes, there could be improvement but I am content for now.
