As I'm sitting here typing this, it sort of feels like the calm before the storm. I hate to use those terms but I don't know how else to describe it.
Tomorrow is the day. The day that should of come 16 years ago but it didn't . I chose a different path. I chose not to give my parents the "first day of college" experience with their daughter. My head is pounding and I haven't been able to figure out if it's my nerves or a little disappointment in myself.
I know I know, but I'm doing it now. And that is really good and all but I REALLY want to share certain moments with my momma and daddy and can't. There in Louisiana, I'm in Georgia and that's that. I will be 34 years old next week and am very proud to say, that sometimes I still need my parents. Don't know why, I just do. I'm not even really sure if they realize how much of a big deal this is, there very calm, cool and collective people :). (Sigh) and then there's me, emotional, not calm or even a bit cool and you can forget about collective.
Tomorrow I'm turning a new page, a page that is scary because I've never read it before. I know by turning the page, that lots of insecurities will surface. I also know that with that lots of other parts of me will bloom.
My name is Heidi Johnson and I'm a 33 (almost 34) year college student, HEAR ME ROAR!!