I wanted to start working on a novel. I wanted to finish editing my friend's manuscript. I wanted to try to do some more driving lessons.
Instead, it seems like I can't even finish a short story.
That's the realities of growing up, I guess.
I always laughed when I was younger at people who were terrified of getting older. Ironically, I think I've become one of them. I think it's because there's no stability or security in the future anymore. Again, sort of funny given how much I like to embrace change.
The difference, I think, is that when I embrace change, I know what's coming. There's no guarantee for the future. Things just aren't going to be as simple.
I realise that this post makes me sound incredibly sad. I'm not. There are some things I'd like to change, but I am happy. It's just like Emily said, I guess. I'm feeling nostalgic for now.
(I wrote this last week, but scheduled it for this week. Sorry if that's a little confusing)
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