Do you remember being told when you were younger "the older you get the faster time goes"? I can vividly recall a stranger telling a newly-16 year old me how quickly his life went, in the blink of an eye it was gone. Getting advice when you're 16 is
so uncool - I remember thinking how long it took me to get to 16 and I was just positive that the rest of my life would go by so leisurely.
Here I am, wishing that I would have taken the advice I carelessly avoided. My life has so quickly and easily escaped me. How is it that I can remember my 16th birthday
perfectly but I can hardly remember what I made for dinner last week? I've grown so much, from a girl into a teenager, and slowly from a teenager into a woman. A woman that wishes I spent a little more time
enjoying the moment rather than wishing I was in the next. So many moments of my life have been wasted in wishing I was older, richer, wiser. But what happens to the moment I'm in? Will I be satisfied looking back with memories of wishes unfulfilled? I will never be older, richer, or wiser than I am in this very moment. And in this very moment I am choosing happiness. I am choosing to forget to fold the laundry (again), and I am going to sit outside and write in my journal. I challenge you, if there's anyone reading this besides me, to let go of any (and every!) thing holding you back. Allow yourself to be terrified. I know I am. But I know I'd much rather be afraid than remorseful of all the moments I spent wishing away.