I am three hours away from an event I have counted down to since September.
And how I do I feel about it?
Nervous, to be honest.
What if it's not what I expected? What if I'm bitterly disappointed? What will I countdown to next?
I guess life is like that. So much has changed since I've blogged last. I feel like I've grown up a lot. I see things differently. We spend our whole lives waiting for these landmarks. Sweet sixteen, high school, college, marriage... but when it happens, do we so much as give it a second thought? Or is it something we can just check off the list before getting onto the next thing?
It's like falling slowly. I'm moving through water and watching all these individual droplets fall past me. Each drop is a memory; an experience. I can't tell if I'm falling up or down and everything is like trying to see through the frosted glass on a windshield. I can't see clearly; things are blurry. Day to day life drags so slowly, but the big picture is nothing but a jumble of colors splattered across the blank canvas of life.
Why don't we slow down, take things the way they are? Why are we constantly searching for that next high, the next big thrill? What's wrong with the ordinary; the basic? Let's take Coldplay's advice and just go back to the start.
~Feeling a little nostalgic and homesick for the life I never knew I missed,
Me.
