Growing Up is weird
I'm just going to say it. Growing up is Weird. Capital W. Finishing classes for my last year ever of high school is Weird. Trying to work out a way to get my last ever homeschool evaluation is Weird. Having a cold and not getting to say goodbye to all my youthgroup peeps is Weird. Thinking about leaving on Saturday. Weird. Packing for a two month trip. Weird. Being in the last steps of editing and publication for my first novella is weird. Already having titles and summaries of my next seven (eight...nine...ten?) novels is Weird. Leaving home for two months on nothing more than the feeling that this is what God has for me is Weird. Growing up is weird. Graduating is Weird. LIFE IS WEIRD. But God specializes in Weird. Living for God is.... It's Weird. It's cray. But it's GOOD.