.the first.

I do think that the first is always the most difficult. The first time to take a step usually followed by a tumble and a hug. The first time to ride a bicycle usually followed by tears and bruises and then mended with an ice cream cone. The first time to drive the car usually followed by a fight with the parents and sometimes a small dent in the fender. The first time to drink coffee black usually followed by the addition of cream and sugar. (it's an acquired taste) The first time to go to school usually followed by twelve consecutive years, if not more. The first time to leave home usually followed by heartache, accompanied by the most incredible of adventures. Today. Today is the first day that I write on this small and seemingly quite insignificant journal of sorts. However, it is always the most difficult to write the first. I am learning that firsts can be quite the challenge. For a person who (although she detests this trait) enjoys a little structure in her life, firsts can be somewhat overwhelming. Firsts are sometimes unplanned, and usually not very well prepared for. Firsts are surprising and catch you when you least expect them. Firsts are the most cheeky of things that happen in life. But what I am learning about firsts, is that there always something to follow. There will always be a second. And after that, the first doesn't seem so uninviting or imposing. In fact, there something about the second that makes the first seem almost sweet. I do hope that I have many opportunities for firsts this semester. I will make the most and always invite the adventure. I will be brave and not let opportunities for growth and challenge pass me by. I will not only revel in my seconds, but will treasure those things that I call firsts.