There’s something surprisingly similar about being an elementary school kid and a high school senior.
Today I was driving home from work on one of those perfect nights. Like the kind of perfect windows rolled down weather where the sunset is vibrant and the breeze makes you apologize to the state of North Carolina for constantly complaining about the weather. The same kind of night that brought back vivid flashbacks of eating fudgesicles, catching fireflies and neighborhood kickball games with the neighborhood boys who I always had crushes on. That carefree feeling is similar to senior year.
I’m at the point where I have nothing to prove to people. No boys to impress or gals to try to be friends with. I’m not stressed about prom, in fact, I could eat at CookOut and be perfectly content. My grades are solid so I’m not stressed. There’s absolutely nothing to be obsessing over.
Graduation is 36 days away. 36 days until a whole new chapter and while I am thrilled to be stepping into an adventure, I’m going to miss these carefree days. I’m finally at a point in all of high school where I’m not stressed, I’m not worried about any boys or friend drama or what college I’m going to, I’m content. I’m not planning any school events or have a jam-packed color coded planner. I’m not spending hours upon hours studying (I still am studying though don’t worry… @ my parents) but I’m enjoying a random Tuesday night Tacos & Target trip with my mom and laughing with friends at lunch. I’m doing my best to soak up these moments. Take in all of the fun and carefree joy that comes with being a second-semester senior, where there is nothing to stress over and no one to impress. It’s going by fast & I don’t want to miss a second of it.
So I took the long way home from work tonight. I turned up my favorite Thomas Rhett song & rolled down all of my windows and watched the sunset from my rearview mirror. It’s the season of taking the long way home, rolling down the windows & singing at the top of my lungs.
xo
Mags