Good things come to those who wait???

Sometimes I wish i could fast forward the time but am scared that 1) I'd be disappointed with what I'd see and 2) I'd miss out on the good parts. 

I've been catching myself daydreaming about the future recently and it's not just a random act but a preparation- no- a hope, of what is to come. March brings spring and spring brings new beginnings. How cliche I think, as I wait for things to unfold. Plans of jobs, of school, a move- these are the answers I am soon to discover. What happens if what I wish does not come to fruition? Almost two years have passed since I've been back in Texas and if I allow myself to linger on that thought for too long, I start to feel well, a little too depressed. Two years and nothing to show? Surely not, of course not. I'm an exaggerator at best.

I guess I have always felt good about my life, special even about the things I'd experience up to this point. Leaving at eighteen, graduating college, moving to Virginia, followed by New York! A quarter to 100 and I felt as if I had lived what someone would hit at 50. I was proud of what I had done.

But now i'm twenty-seven and I fear some more hard work is at play. What kind of work though, I wonder? It's the waiting that's hard to do. I hope this to be one of those "Time is a Virtue" things. 

Song of the Week: It Ain't Me, Babe x Timothee Chalamet, Monica Barbaro

Sorry Bob Dylan, I'm ashamed of myself for this one also