Twenty-Three

Another end of the week is upon us!

I’ve had a good one, and I hope all of you have as well. If not, hold tight. We’re in this together. You’re not alone. ❤️

Summer is ending, and most of the people I know are restarting school again next week. Don’t be too upset, though, because if summer is ending, that means October is on its way!!

I went to the Muny twice this week to see the musical Aida, and might be going again if I can. That production is phenomenal. I had never heard anything about it except that Elton John helped write a lot of the music, so I knew I’d be on board, but it exceeded my expectations. My friends and I had such a blast together, crying during the show and gushing about the performances to the cast afterwards.


(We were trying to copy the choreo from the show.)

Speaking of, I got to meet a lot of cool people. Ken Page (who I know mostly for his role as Oogie Boogey in The Nightmare Before Christmas, because it was one of my very favorite movies growing up… and still) literally dragged Alexx and I for gushing over a cute boy. 

We also got to meet Michelle Williams, who was the star of the musical and who played the original Aida on Broadway, but in addition to that we were all geeking out over meeting a member of Destiny’s Child. She was also the nicest person! We were too shy to say anything to her, so she was the one to walk over to us first and introduce herself (lucky for us). And then the next night when we saw her she was laughing at how we forgot to take a picture and was happy to be in one with us.

The cast of this show was incredible, I loved every person for every character. I have the tiniest innocent crush on the male lead, Zak Resnick. He’s got one of those flawless Disney prince voices.

Despite how hot and humid it was (and how many awful hills are at the Muny, god), it was such a blast. I hope to go again!

I love going out and doing stuff like that. That’s a stupid statement, because duh. Who doesn’t like having awesome things happen to them? I just think it’s nice to have something to post on Instagram and Facebook other than weird selfies with the overused Snapchat filters. (But, seriously, I’m obsessed with them?? I’d keep those butterflies over my head permanently.)

I marvel a lot at how fast everything is happening. It seems like two days ago Anna and I were talking about going to see Aida when the shows that would be going on were announced, when in actuality, two days ago we were at Aida and the season is about to close.

I hate that time passes by so quickly, because I’m scared to grow up.

I saw this post on tumblr with this long explanation thread about Peter Pan and how the story was an example on why growing up and maturing is so vital. Peter was kind of mad because he’d never had any proper parenting. He was so wild that he would kill some of the Lost Boys if they disobeyed Peter’s order or got too old. Like, okay. He’s attention-seeking, arrogant, and disregards anyone’s feelings. Selfish, to put it simply. So, turns out, the Peter Pan that I adored so much my whole life was a brat.

I understand that growing up is a good thing. I understand that responsibilities are necessary and important. But that doesn’t take away the fact that they are freaking overwhelming.

The people who were in my class are all leaving for college, but if I close my eyes I can picture walking into kindergarten for the very first time. I could draw up exactly what the carpet looked like. I can picture kids that look so different now. It’s insane. 

It’s not really that I want to stay in this time period. I’m looking forward to better things ahead, and want to start really kicking into high gear working towards my goals. But it’s still scary to think about. We’re no longer dreaming about all the things we’re going to do someday. We’re putting those plans into action. Getting jobs, having relationships, discovering who we are as people.

So, I can be kind of a nerd. In one of my favorite shows, Doctor Who, there’s this episode where the Eleventh Doctor describes how he never reads the last page of stories, because he hates endings. It can be so hard to finish up a story, especially when you’re being forced to close it. But part of life is finding the courage to turn to that last page and read through it. And though there’s really not any way for this part of my life to not to be an ending, it’s also not, in a sense. 
That was really confusing.

You know that comforted feeling when you finish a book or a movie but you’re aware that there’s already a sequel for you to start? Or when you finish the season of a show on Netflix, but there’s more waiting for you? That’s what this is like. I’m done with this school part of my life. High school is over. But my sequel of going to college and getting a career is ready for me to begin.

I’ll see you all next season.

Love you all,
Sofia

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