It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
Today I had another one of those moments where I was completely astounded at who I have become. I was reading for psychology and got to the part where it talks about the fact that we don't have any memories before the age of 3 because that aspect of our cognitive behavior just wasn't developed at the time. But we can remember bits and pieces of the earlier years after that. And suddenly, I had this flashback of Fremont and my first day of school. Of waiting in line for the bus and Mrs. Snyder's second grade class, where I was once star student of the week. And then my mind raced forward to where I was at that moment--sitting in the lobby of the Fine Arts Center at Maryville College in Tennessee.
It was one of those moments where I looked at all the "other me-s" and thought, "wow." We've all come such a long way, and still have such a long way to go. And I thought, what great force led me to the places I've been, the things I've done? Was it me alone? Was God involved? Or was it merely coincidence...or fate? I know for a fact that my plan involved coming to Tennessee, and I have finally learned what good has come out of all the bad this past year.
Camping was so wonderful. It was so great to hang with two people that, like me, just wanted to get away...to stop worrying, to enjoy where we were and who we were with. I can't think of anyone else I'd rather gone with. And I think the rain and cold brought us closer together, which, for the most part, was awesome...until Thomas farts, or starts fighting with his sleeping bag...
I jus kidding, Tdogg.
So now we're back on campus. My aunt was right about a lot of things we talked about last week. So was my sister. Whom I love SO much.
A bientot.
It was one of those moments where I looked at all the "other me-s" and thought, "wow." We've all come such a long way, and still have such a long way to go. And I thought, what great force led me to the places I've been, the things I've done? Was it me alone? Was God involved? Or was it merely coincidence...or fate? I know for a fact that my plan involved coming to Tennessee, and I have finally learned what good has come out of all the bad this past year.
Camping was so wonderful. It was so great to hang with two people that, like me, just wanted to get away...to stop worrying, to enjoy where we were and who we were with. I can't think of anyone else I'd rather gone with. And I think the rain and cold brought us closer together, which, for the most part, was awesome...until Thomas farts, or starts fighting with his sleeping bag...
I jus kidding, Tdogg.
So now we're back on campus. My aunt was right about a lot of things we talked about last week. So was my sister. Whom I love SO much.
A bientot.