Slow and steady wins the race...

Sometimes life happens. Time escapes our desperate grasp and we find ourselves trapped in a life we may not have anticipated. Not necessarily a disappointing discovery, merely different and unexpected. Friendships dim. Free time is more and more a rare luxury, and yet when we discover the treasure of extra time we decide to fill it with mind-numbing activities. I used to have a plan. My plan not only failed, it sailed off course, hit a mountain of problems, crashed into a field of awareness, and burned a scarring experience. Yet I feel no regret over my current situation.

I rekindled a lost friendship tonight. Years ago the two of us were inseperable, and yet as time droned on experiences drug us apart leaving several years wasted. There was never a quarrel, never a defining moment when we lost the bond we had nurtured, and yet she was gone. Tonight however, she returned, and with her came a wave of nostalgia.

On occasion I feel somewhat left behind. Being a 20 year old female in Utah and single basically pegs you as a failure at life, according to the tactful old ladies from work. I don't feel any sort of remorse for being in my current phase of life, however I found myself feeling somewhat left in the dust. This passed week our friend Katie and her husband Chad gave birth to a lovely baby boy and suddenly I felt very alone. Here I am, the last single friend of our time. Boo.

I am however just shy of a college graduate, I can do what I want whenever I want (as long as I'm home by midnight... 20 years old and still have a curfew haha), and I have free room and board. Its all a matter of whether I find my glass of opportunity half empty or half full. I pick filled to the brim with a chance of an overflow.