It's been four weeks since classes started, three since I turned twenty-two, and two since October came around and brought with it the flurries of Fall. It's been one week since I started writing this which means I had to go back and change the number of weeks that have gone by.
Time is flying by again and I'm afraid this will all be over too soon.
Fall. Winter. Spring. Cap. Diploma. Farewell. Go on.
Did you notice what happened there?
I fast forward eight months and filled the expanse between now and then with worry.
I've noticed that when you live in such crippling fear of the future, it's hard to live in the present and relish the details of day-to-day life. It's like being on a train and keeping your eyes fixed so far ahead to where the rail blurs with the horizon that you completely miss out on the breathtaking scenery passing by to your right.
I'll admit that it's a corny analogy, but it's heartbreaking to step back and realize how much I regularly neglect because of all the time and energy I lend to worrying about what may or may not (ever) be.
You climb aboard and find a seat. Untangle headphones. Nestle in for a nap. Maybe pull out that book you never finished. No doubt that in a couple of hours the whistle will blow and the chugging will slow to a stop. There's no doubt that you will get there.
I have to trust that I will get there.
In the meantime, it's nice to look out the window and relish the sight.