Birthday happenings // I'm 16 now?? + random ramblings

You know those times when someone asks you how old you are, you answer and then have a mild internal freak out because "WHOA NO WAY AM I THAT OLD"

Yep. That's me right now.

As of mid-July, I am sixteen.

I remember when I used to go "ooh when I'm sixteen, I'll..."

To be honest, basically none of those child-dreams are true today. Some of those things, I have met. (Growing taller than my oldest sister, for example. :P It used to be a dream of mine, back when she towered a head and shoulders above me.) Some other things...not so much.

I pictured a lot of things. But I never imagined the sixteen-year-old me climbing trees, learning handsprings and flying jump/side kicks, writing novels for fun, and drinking chai tea.

God's plan was always better anyway.

And yes, I am teaching myself handsprings and random taekwondo kicks. Just because.

But believe it or not, I didn't actually plan this post to be at all deep or philosophical. I also actually planned to do this the week after my birthday. But then the photos hadn't been edited properly yet and then the next opportunity it was late at night and my brain wasn't working to write this post so I wrote a completely different one instead.

Because that totally makes sense??

So I also put off writing this blog post until...late at night. Again. Because that makes just as much sense.

I confuse myself sometimes.

*cue me realising that this blog post just got super off topic and whoops that wasn't the plan*

BASICALLY, I had a birthday. It was super great. I don't even feel ancient yet.

Although, since I turned sixteen the time had come...*more dramatic drumrolls* for me to do my driving test and get my learner license. (Hence the header for this post.)

I was naturally thoroughly prepared. I finished reading the rules book eleven hours before my test. And I did some practice tests. Like, five.

See. Very prepared.

I also discovered something interesting. When I'm super nervous, I shake. I knew this a bit already, but this was on a slightly more severe scale. I was physically shivering, like I was freezing cold or something.

So. intense.

At the testing place itself I kept mindblanking of what I was meant to say and just stammering out something odd and trying to ignore the fact that my voice was cracking over every sentence.

Again, it was interesting from a research side of things. *takes notes for future reference* Writers are amusing creatures.

I passed, by the way. Perfectly. Somehow. I don't even know.

SPEAKING OF WRITERS THOUGH. I got two VERY cool t-shirts for my birthday - designed by Clare. One of which I was wearing during my test. (It was very reassuring)

BEHOLD: 

Isn't it so cool??

And it's on the back of course. Because then I can have a nice conversation with someone, turn around to walk away and only then do they realise their mistake. XD

The other shirt is suuuper cool and it's really pretty too. It says "His Grace is Enough" and yass. <3 I love it so much.


Another thing that happened on my birthday was the beginning of a very cool something that I CAN'T WAIT to announce. *tries not to squeal* I'm hoping that it'll be ready by the end of the month, so eep. Hold on until then and you shall get an important announcement, my friends.

Other than those of you who I've already told because, let's be honest, I'm bad at keeping my excitement inside.

*throws some excitement confetti around*


THIS BLOG POST IS SO WEIRD AND RAMBLLY. I'M SORRY. XD I think I started writing it with some sort of idea or plan in mind but then late-night me happened to it and all plans went out the window.

Bye bye plans. *waves*

But seriously guys. I haven't gotten over how old everyone's getting. So scary. Every moment we spend is gone. Forever. And always. We can never get it back again.

That's a slightly terrifying thought. But also a good reminder.

Have I lived my sixteen years in a way pleasing to God? How will I keep on living every minute of every day to give glory to his name?

It's something I want to make sure that I never forget. Because I never know how much longer I have. Or even the world has. So I want to live - in the true definition of the word.

And look at that. I went all philosophical at the end of the post again too. *shoves all the randomness at you* This is what happens when you're sixteen, obviously.


Did I actually say anything other than ramblings in this post?
(no really, I'm curious. XD)
Do you take note of random things you do, for future writing reference??
(I can't be the only one, guys.)