growing up

Growing up I always wanted to serve a mission. That was my dream from at least 6 to 19. When I turned 19 I was hit with the feeling that a mission wasn't part of the plan for me, even though it was something I had wanted to do for so long. I was mostly fine with that realization, but lately I have been itching to serve a mission. Today I really want to go. That got me thinking about all the dreams I have had in the past. 

Some are the same, some come and go, and some are brand new. 

Growing up is a very strange experience. 

I think the 20s will prove to be a 

semi-maddening, 

substantially mind-boggling, 

occasionally jaw-dropping,  

fabulous 

time of my life. 

There will be so many decisions to make and so many dreams {old & new} that will come true!