I wish life wasn’t so predictable.
I come alive at night.
For the past two years, I’ve been too busy to think. It’s been school, family, internships, friends, work, THE, social media, etc. Every time I pick up a pen and write in my journal, it’s been about a pressing matter; a particular situation or person or feeling that would have been otherwise fleeting. But I can’t seem to find to really, truly think about my life and make sense of everything.
Graduation is in less than two months! As much as I’m excited about that, I’m scared of making the big decisions. There is so much I want to do. Too many directions, but I find need the courage to walk down a road not taken.
This spring break, I’ve found myself picking up my pen and writing about things that matter to me. I’ve thought about the past 10 years. How much has changed. How much remains the same. They’re so much I want to hold on to. And so much I want to move past.
These are the most important days of lives.