Better Safe than Sorry

It’s a simple lesson. One that teachers, parents, and adults in general pound into us when we make a mistake. “Better safe than sorry.” Makes sense, right? It’s better to do more work, go the extra mile, and be on the cautious side than to not do enough. We can’t get away from it when we’re kids, but what about when we are on the cusp of adulthood.

By now, people have stopped telling us that. They figure that we’re old enough, wise enough, and responsible enough to remember those words. But we don’t.

How many of you speed? I don’t mean 5-10 miles of the speed limit. I’m talking 10-20 miles above that posted number. I’m guessing it’s a lot of you. Take today for example. I was following a friend to a team dinner and another person was following me. The girl in front of me was going 50 mph in a 30 mph zone. And as I tried to keep up with them, the guy behind me was right on my butt. After we got to the house, they whined about how I was such a cautious driver. Everyone laughed at me. I’m not kidding. I was getting laughed at for not speeding enough. How messed up is that? What happened to better safe than sorry? These teens are more worried about arriving a couple minutes sooner than their own lives and the lives around them.

I think that my generation needs a refresher course on the true meaning behind “better safe than sorry.” That it’s better to go above and beyond your duties than to cut corners and try to make do. And while you need to keep that in mind, you also shouldn’t let this hold you back. Don’t let this stop you from taking a chance in life, like a new career or a world trip. But don’t be dumbly reckless. You should remember to live, love and make memories.

Birthday Girl

Despite many desperate pleas, the Earth has completed another orbit and I’m a year older. The time is passing too quickly for my liking, but there’s not much I can do but embrace the time I have.

For the past few years my birthdays have been fairly unorthodox. I’ve spent it with just my mom, doing homework, watching The Help, and eating Taco Bell. Another year was spent at a tennis tournament, napping and caring for a new sunburn.

This year, my first AP test managed to fall on the day after my birthday. That meant that I spent all of today studying for a test that I will most likely not pass. I’ll admit it. I had a couple meltdowns today but despite that, I had a good day.

I have lots of new additions to my Vera Bradley collection, two fighting Beta fish (see below), and some books that I’ve been looking forward to for months. My sister got me a new camera lens which I’m stoked about.

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In the end, it doesn’t matter about the presents, the birthday tweets, or the cake. It’s the way you choose to use your day. Will you sulk about all the things that didn’t work out? Or will you look back and see all the things you accomplished then focus on the future to see all the things yet to come?

Today, I chose the latter. I’ve been on this planet for 6,935 days. There are so many things that I’ve accomplished. Yes, not every moment was perfect but that’s what makes life beautiful. And my future is bright with possibilities. I’m attending Boston College in the fall. And then who knows what? But that’s one of the fantastic things about life, the mystery of tomorrow and all the possibilities that it holds. What will you do with tomorrow?