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Been reading some stories lately that have been making me think about growing up. I don't profess to be very old, in the grand scheme of things, but I keep feeling that I'm at a crossroads of some kind; I'm moving farther and farther away from something.
Anyway.
It's just been a weird time lately, thinking about who I've been in the past, and who I'll be in the future. Sometimes it's a good anxious, sometimes a bad anxious. Altogether, though, it just feels a little disconcerting. When I was a kid, I kept running forward to be older: for responsibility, for power, for respect, for authority. I guess I've just started reflecting a little more on how far I've come, and am a little sad that I won't be running down that stretch of road any more.
Anyway.
It's just been a weird time lately, thinking about who I've been in the past, and who I'll be in the future. Sometimes it's a good anxious, sometimes a bad anxious. Altogether, though, it just feels a little disconcerting. When I was a kid, I kept running forward to be older: for responsibility, for power, for respect, for authority. I guess I've just started reflecting a little more on how far I've come, and am a little sad that I won't be running down that stretch of road any more.