I flashed through the life of my eyes.

This weekend I watched myself grow up.
There is nothing more sobering than looking at yourself.
All 23 years of yourself. In one weekend.

It didn't make me ponder the physics of time or feel the bittersweet tug of childhood.
Going through all of my things made me see myself. My family. The progression of a person through her first steps to her basketball games to her first kiss to her now at the brink of becoming something great.

But I think looking back I always felt that way. Most moments were bursting with hope and a sense of awesome destiny.

There were moments, however, that I wish I could change. There's a sense of pain in seeing yourself be less than triumphant.

I'm still learning to appreciate the awkwardness of learning to be yourself. I guess it's always happening but somehow you become more graceful? I feel more confident. Hopefully the worst is over.....

If I have to watch my 24th birthday party in 10 years I'll probably still want to rip my head off.

I bet I'll look back on this entry and feel embarrassed someday too.
Sigh.