in the maze of her imagination;

You know what’s crazy to think about? What a difference 10 years makes, how much of a change there is in a mere decade.

I’m 18 right now: a freshman in college getting her first taste at independence and adulthood. Figuring out what exactly I’m doing with my life and being responsible for myself.

Ten years from now, I’ll be 28: a full fledged adult living on my own. I’ll have a real, steady job working as a psychologist and behavioral therapist for children with Autism. I could be engaged or married…to a guy I know? Or to someone who hasn’t even entered my life yet. Hell, I could have a couple of kids. My brother could be married with kids, too. And he’ll be a doctor at this point. We’ll be “grown ups” in a child’s eyes.

Now, compare that to ten years ago. Ten years ago, I was 8. I was a silly little third grader who loved Barbies and Nick Carter and milky pens. I thought that I would grow up to be an artist and that glittery platform Sketchers sneakers were an appropriate, acceptable type of footwear. I was so unaware. There was so much that I was naive to, that I didn’t know about the world. Completely dependent on my parents and constantly at odds with my older brother. I didn’t even know most of the people who today I consider my closest friends.

The comparison of ten years from now and ten years ago is crazy. It’s such a drastic change; in that time you become a completely different person, you know?

I have too much time on my hands.