Living the Teen Life.

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When I was a kid, you know 4-12, I imagined that being a teenager would be so. much. fun. I don't really know what I expected it to be like, other than absolutely epic. 

But ya know? It's not what I expected. 

I don't know how I thought teens spent their days, but now I realize that what we really do is school (given), talk to friends (nothing new), have arguments with siblings (see previous notes), and have pointless conversations. 

It's not new. 

And yet everything is new and different. Nothing is the same. 

I'm different, you're different, we're all different. We're stuck somewhere between kids and adults. Too old for toys, too young for marriage. 

Old enough to date, depending on your parents' rules anyway, which is pretty darn frightening when you think about it. Old enough to have jobs and drive cars and take on responsibility. But too young to vote or move out or go to college. 

It's kind of awkward, this stage of life. Deep underneath, I think we all have those same doubts, even if only some of us admit to them. 

We're all trying to figure out where we're going after, in magical moments, we graduate and/or turn eighteen and *bam* we have to make decisions. (I detest decision making.) We have to decide whether or not we're going to college and pursuing a career. Or if we're getting a job and just waiting to see what sort of opportunity God brings into our lives. 

But ya know what? I've realized something about this in-betweenness. 

I kind of like it. 

I don't want to be stuck here forever, but for now it's okay. 

I don't know what next year will bring, besides my graduation and eighteenth birthday, but I know God does know. 

And for now, I'll try to be content in the in-between. To find joy and satisfaction. And to wait and trust. 


~*~ 

What's with this post, you ask? Quite honestly, I don't know. Just something from the mind of Faith. 

Blessings, friends. <33 

Comments

  1. ashley nicoleAugust 28, 2017 at 1:14 PM

    Great thoughts, Faith. Being a teenager definitely isn't all I though it would be when I was a kid, but it's also pretty fun (sometimes :P) Thanks for writing :D

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    1. Faith P.August 29, 2017 at 8:54 PM

      Thank you, Ashley! Hehe, yep – fun and different and quite entertaining. ;) Glad you enjoyed!

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  2. Amaris August 28, 2017 at 3:40 PM

    I agree with you, Faith! I'm not sure what I expected of being a teenager either. It certainly is an interesting ride. I just came upon your blog, but I really like it! Keep posting. :)
    -Amaris

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    1. Faith P.August 29, 2017 at 8:51 PM

      An interesting ride for sure! Aww, thank you! That means a lot. :)

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  3. Amy // Hands Made to LoveAugust 31, 2017 at 1:32 PM

    You are so right. And to be honest, even though I do feel stuck in it sometimes, even just with things like getting my permit/drivers license, things are pretty good. Also, it's okay to be a kid in some ways, and more like an adult in others. So, really, it's a blessing, even though we strive for different things sometimes. But yes, God has blessed us, especially in these times if you look closer, to discover what's out there, how to change the world, and how to reach for the opportunities to do it. And God has given us this growth period--to learn from, and enjoy.

    Thanks for this wonderful post, Faith. You have helped me remember that this is a good life I live, even though there is an awkwardness in it.

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    1. Faith P.September 1, 2017 at 4:30 PM

      Very exciting! :D Your comment was very encouraging. There is always a purpose for the in-between. Thank you.

      I'm so glad you liked it, Amy! Absolutely. The awkwardness is what grows us though, right? :P

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