I have never written a letter to myself for my birthday, but today is starting a new tradition.
The 18th year of your life was a good one, Alex. Graduation from high school, the beginning of college and the meeting of new friends. Although you still didnt get your license, you at least did your 8 hour classes and scheduled dates for the driving portion (about 5 times). The first few months of college were hard. You felt depressed and lonely and wanted to transfer out as fast as possible. Things changed for the better though around November and you are staying right where you are. You got a crabby GPA the first semester, but know the next time it will be better. You changed your major again (the 3rd/4th time), hopefully this will be it.
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I am now 19 years old. For 19 years I have been walking along Earth's ground to reach a destination. One I have not reached yet, but is finally within view. For 8 years, life was about getting to college. Now that college acceptance, placement, and enrollment has been achieved, life is about following dreams and letting decisions mold and change me into the person I am and the person I will be. It was hard to realize at first, but I do truly believe that everything happens for a reason. Things might not always work out as I want them to, but there is a plan written for me somewhere: its just not in my hands or mind.
I have spent 19 years deciding that I dont want to do and I am glad it has taken that long. The list of possible careers has been endless for me. While people comment on that, I have tried to realize how lucky I am to know what I DON'T want to do. It may have taken me longer than some, but I am so glad that I havent gotten into a job, spent 4 years in a major and worked hard to find out that I hate what I am doing. How lucky am I to know that I dont want to be an architect, doctor, teacher, etc? How lucky am I to have narrowed down the list of things I do want to do, making it easier to pick and be happy in the long run.
It has taken 19 years for me to finally feel more comfortable being who I am and not letting others dictate whether I am outspoken or shy, fitting in or not. I am working on breaking out of that shy shell and telling what I think, need and want instead of following the crowd. I never considered myself a follower and have just realized that I am one. I am done trying to be what others would like or what I think they would like. I am me and thats that.
As I turn 19, I only know what some of the goals I have for the next year are. In list form they are:
* Get healthier. Lose some poundage. Feel better about my body.
* Do better in school. Make my GPA higher. Be happy with what I am taking/doing.
* Make new friends. Work on these friendships. Don't be a follower.
* Live life the way I want it. Have fun. Try new things. Dont be afraid.
I am wishing myself luck with the coming year!
-Alex
Me as an 18 year old:
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