There's a reason I named this blog "Tryin' to Find My Way" and a reason the tagline is "I haven't got it all figured out just yet - ain't gonna pretend like I do." It's not just because that's one of my favorite Lifehouse songs, although that's true. It's because I'm twenty-one years old and I sometimes feel like I'm five.
I love to color, I love to blow bubbles, and I love to cuddle with my stuffed sheep Marlo, but that's not what I mean. I mean that sometimes I feel like I don't know anything and the world is just a huge, scary place. Seriously, am I the only one who goes to class and doesn't know what the professor is talking about? Does anyone else listen to their classmates and wonder what they are talking about? Surely I can't be the only person who just wants to crawl into bed, pull the covers over my head, and not come out.
