i don't know where they'll take me.

Today is my twelfth birthday. I think it's incredible to be able to say that. I've learned so much in twelve years, and in between all the ups and downs I've had so many unbelievably amazing things happen -- and some disappointments and mega downers. But through it all I've been able to figure out who I really am, and I wouldn't trade these years of finding where I belong for anything.

I tweeted last night that it was bittersweet to see the sun fade on my last day of being eleven. Of course it is. My year of being eleven was so memorable. I'm definitely not the same person a year ago. I began to find my groove as a person with a lot of individuality and I had a lot of first-time opportunities this year. I started out this year without a clear sense of where I was going in life. I didn't find it for a long time. Turning twelve has seemed like an enormous deadline on my head, and yesterday I kept saying, "I'm doing ________ for the last time being eleven," and somehow it felt like I had to figure out where I was going. I did.

I don't know why I was created. I have no idea why God gave me this chance at life, but He did, and I'm not going to waste it. I don't know much about the future, but I do know that I have dreams I want to chase, and a purpose in life that I want to accomplish. I want to travel to places like Hollywood and L.A. I want to meet hopefully all of my idols. I want to grow up to be a reputed songwriter. The whole world is waiting for me. I want to do so much, and there is so much to be achieved out there. It's like I should be repeating something every night, some kind of promise to myself that I'll make my dreams happen. Maybe that promise is Carpe diem. Seize the day.