All day today I have had this feeling that today was the anniversary of something, but I couldn't figure out what it was. It finally hit me about ten minutes ago; June 16, 1990 was when I was baptized as a Jehovah's Witness.
A couple things here....First of all, how in the world can that be 18 years ago? In case I didn't feel it before, I officially feel old now.
After I got over the shock that I was baptized close to 20 years ago, my next thought went to my best friend growing up:
This is a picture of me and my cousin J. J is 3 years younger then me, but we were raised as sisters and were always best friends. We had so many good times and one of those was when we got baptized together. I remember I was happy that day because my Mom and Grandma were so happy and proud of me. My Grandma gave J and I each a bracelet and told us we would always remember this day. Even though I am no longer a Jehovah's Witness, this day is still very special to me and probably will always be. I love that I have gotten to the point where I can appreciate my religious upbringing instead of resenting it. One thing I have learned is it's OK to look back on all those years I was a JW and see the good times as well.
I never knew that simply living my life for me would make me so happy and content in life.
I took this picture of myself a few days ago:
One thing I noticed is how calm I seem in the picture. Of all those times where I really wanted to give up in the past year, looking at this picture of me makes me so happy that I hung in there.