Really?

Maybe this should be under "The Struggle," but eh, I want it here. I've been surfing blogs today. For some reason I gravitate to blogs written by mothers. I don't know why; I guess they're just fascinating to me. In any case, I just realized that I'm still a kid. I'm not naive, but what do I know about life yet? I'm in fairly decent health, so I haven't had to deal with major surgeries or anything. I'm not married so I can't praise the wonderful man in my life and complain about his habits. I don't have children so I don't know the joy of carrying one, giving birth, watching him/her grow, or the mixture of pride and sadness as they "leave the nest." I'm a college student and I've been sooo blessed to have scholarships, so I haven't felt the weight of bills. I'm so young, yet every event seems so traumatic to me. I have a good life. I have very few valid worries. I have an awesome family. I have a good group of friends (none of them are in the same group though...I think I'm supposed to blog about friends soon...). Goal number two for this summer is to become more mellow right now, because God willing, I will have a long life that will contain real issues to concern myself with. Oh, I'll write about Goal Number One for the summer soon too.