Deep Thoughts.....By Glorya Handy.
Oh boy it's December!!! I'm 25 at the end of this month!
What a lovely year it's been. I was still expecting more but that's up to me to make happen isn't it?
I went to a H.S. marching band buddy's wedding get on Friday. It was quite the surreal experience. Just remembering how close and crazy all of us were together and now she was in this gorgeous white dress marrying this pretty sweet guy.
Plus, the booze was a-flowing so it was a pretty fun time. I knocked a whole tray of glasses over with a nudge from my butt LOL! Shhhhhhhhhh. I'm still waiting for a phone call/bill for the damages. Hopefully since I left right afterward and there weren't many witnesses I'll get away with it Scot-free.
It's still strange that I'm in this stage of my life where people are getting married and having kids. I'm still in school, enjoying just hanging with my boyfriend and making time with the girls. Am I behind? The idea of settling down just feels way too permanent at my age. I feel like the 20's are the learning process of truly making decisions and having it all be up to you. Also, it's natural if you stumble or fuck up because you still have time to recover.
Still, sometimes I feel like I'm running out of time and there's this invisible clock ticking away in the back of my head but, what am I late for? what's the rush to the finish line? What the fuck is the damn finish line?
Oh yea, totally not wife/mother material right now.
When was the last time I got hella deep like this? Honestly, I've been scared to truly think about those hard questions that have different answers for each person. I just hate not knowing what's the right thing to do and always being afraid that when I finally make the choice, it's going to be all wrong.
I'm sure these questions plague everyone on the daily.
I'll continue to mull this over while eating pie. Gotta love Turkey Day leftovers.
What a lovely year it's been. I was still expecting more but that's up to me to make happen isn't it?
I went to a H.S. marching band buddy's wedding get on Friday. It was quite the surreal experience. Just remembering how close and crazy all of us were together and now she was in this gorgeous white dress marrying this pretty sweet guy.
Plus, the booze was a-flowing so it was a pretty fun time. I knocked a whole tray of glasses over with a nudge from my butt LOL! Shhhhhhhhhh. I'm still waiting for a phone call/bill for the damages. Hopefully since I left right afterward and there weren't many witnesses I'll get away with it Scot-free.
It's still strange that I'm in this stage of my life where people are getting married and having kids. I'm still in school, enjoying just hanging with my boyfriend and making time with the girls. Am I behind? The idea of settling down just feels way too permanent at my age. I feel like the 20's are the learning process of truly making decisions and having it all be up to you. Also, it's natural if you stumble or fuck up because you still have time to recover.
Still, sometimes I feel like I'm running out of time and there's this invisible clock ticking away in the back of my head but, what am I late for? what's the rush to the finish line? What the fuck is the damn finish line?
Oh yea, totally not wife/mother material right now.
When was the last time I got hella deep like this? Honestly, I've been scared to truly think about those hard questions that have different answers for each person. I just hate not knowing what's the right thing to do and always being afraid that when I finally make the choice, it's going to be all wrong.
I'm sure these questions plague everyone on the daily.
I'll continue to mull this over while eating pie. Gotta love Turkey Day leftovers.