I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately and it hasn’t been all that fabulous.
Time is getting to me, I guess you could say.
I want so many things to happen in my life.
But then again I’m so scared that my life will be too short to do it all.
You have to know my background.
My mom died when I was three, and I know I’m not my mom, but knowing that would make anyone think life is too short.
Yes, she was married and had two kids but she didn’t get to do a lot of things.
I’m not saying OMG I’m going to die tomorrow or the next day.
I’m just saying that life is in fact too short.
I remember about a month ago I was at the bar with Jacob and his family.
I remember Jacob asking me if I wanted to dance.
I blushed and decided not to because we’d be the only ones on the dance floor.
Then Jacob’s dad interrupted and said life is too short.
So alas, I danced and has loads of fun that night, realizing that he was right.
Now, all of this talk about life being so short makes me want to get up and go!
I want so much to happen:
I want to get my education over and done with, find a good job, get married to Jacob, get our own home and start a family.
I’m sure these things will come in time.
I’m not asking to get married and knocked up at the ripe old age of 18, almost 19.
But hey. Sometime in this lifetime would be nice.
Am I asking too much for such a short life?
Time is getting to me, I guess you could say.
I want so many things to happen in my life.
But then again I’m so scared that my life will be too short to do it all.
You have to know my background.
My mom died when I was three, and I know I’m not my mom, but knowing that would make anyone think life is too short.
Yes, she was married and had two kids but she didn’t get to do a lot of things.
I’m not saying OMG I’m going to die tomorrow or the next day.
I’m just saying that life is in fact too short.
I remember about a month ago I was at the bar with Jacob and his family.
I remember Jacob asking me if I wanted to dance.
I blushed and decided not to because we’d be the only ones on the dance floor.
Then Jacob’s dad interrupted and said life is too short.
So alas, I danced and has loads of fun that night, realizing that he was right.
Now, all of this talk about life being so short makes me want to get up and go!
I want so much to happen:
I want to get my education over and done with, find a good job, get married to Jacob, get our own home and start a family.
I’m sure these things will come in time.
I’m not asking to get married and knocked up at the ripe old age of 18, almost 19.
But hey. Sometime in this lifetime would be nice.
Am I asking too much for such a short life?
