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Just Around the Riverbend

Two weeks from today, I turn 20 years old. Twenty?? Two decades? Ten times two? Two-Zero? Why does that feel so strange to me?

For one, I will never be a teenager again. The teenage years are so unique--from going through puberty, to trying to form lasting relationships, to discovering who you are and who you are going to be. Teenagers experience many ups and downs, a roller coaster ride that is unlike any other in life. Somehow, it's hard to believe that I'm almost "off" that roller coaster, at least according to my age.

In addition, I don't really feel old enough to be twenty. Being twenty means I am almost an "actual" adult. I am almost old enough to live completely on my own, paying my own bills, working a steady job, choosing what I want to spend money on and what I want to save towards. I am almost to the point where I must take responsibility for all my actions, decisions, and choices. Although my parents will always play a significant role in helping me make choices in life, I am almost to the age where I cannot rely on them quite as much. Being twenty means I can't hide anymore.

Finally, when I think about turning twenty, I can't help but think about how lucky I am to still have decent health. In 1955, children with CF were not expected to live long enough to attend school. Now, I am almost twenty years old, and I'm still alive and kicking! My life would be if I were born fifty years earlier.

So for my last two weeks as a teenagers, I think I will try and enjoy them as much as possible. After all, there's no use worrying about the future--I can't slow down time. Entering into the "unknown" period of adulthood may seem foreign and strange to me, but I know God will lead me through it all.


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