A first for everything.

There's a baby's first steps. Then a baby's first words. There's the first time you ride a two-wheeler by yourself and the first time you ate it because you were paying attention to the sky instead of the road. There's the first day of public education, and then the first day of school for 12 years following. There's the first time you ignored at school. Remember the time you answered the question wrong and got your first bad score on a test? Or remember that first love in junior high that broke your heart a few months later? Or that first kiss you never want to think about again? There's the first time you pulled an all-nighter because the stress was too much to handle and the amounts of homework were piling up. There's the first time you cried over a boy. Or cried over stress or worry from school. There's the first time you cried with a friend. There's the first time you cried yourself to sleep.

Now add these to the list:

There's the first day of summer. Of complete freedom because you know you are free from public education and never have to return to high school. The first day of summer is always the best.

There's also the first day of your first job. That's always a frightening thing to overcome. The first day is always overwhelming and you feel so tiny in a room that's so big and empty. You become swamped. Remember that first day on the job?

And then, there's the first day you attend church and family night outside of your ward and family. That dreaded day that never seemed would come is here. There's the first time you don't wake up early with your family to make it to church on time at 9. Instead, you now attend church at 1. Without your family and by yourself. There's a first for that, too. Then, don't forget, now that you're a part of a new ward, you don't attend family night at your house anymore. There's that first Monday night that isn't spend in your living room but at a church, surrounded by young adults.

Today was the first day of summer. Today was the first day of my first real job. Yesterday was the first day I didn't go to church with my family, but rather to a new ward where I had to make new friends. Today was the first day I didn't attend family night at home. To be honest, I don't like how I'm being forced in to the singles ward. But that's kind of besides the subject.

Sometimes, firsts are good. At this point, I'm just trying to accept them all.