Sinking in.

I should be researching the correlation between family leisure time and parent-child relationships. I should be defining terms, determining delimitations, and writing an introduction for the research and evaluation project that is going to eat me up this semester. But I'm not... because I can't focus and I'm not in the mood. Instead, I am pondering my life.

When I was a senior in high school, I remember feeling old and mature compared to the freshman students (even though it'd only been a short time since I was one myself!) When I came to college, I remember feeling much more sophisticated than any high school senior. And now? I feel incredibly more developed- emotionally, socially, intellectually, spiritually- than the college freshmen. Today, where I am right now, always seemed so far away.

When I was 11 or 12ish , I was intimidated by older girls at church. They seemed so cool. Drivers. Daters. Make-up wearers. And I thought to myself, "Seventeen will never come." Then high school came and I met more girls whose lives seemed interesting and exciting, girls who were months away from college. Football game goers. Socializers. Dorm-room livers. And I thought to myself, "College will never come." I was accepted to BYU, the only school I really wanted to go to. I moved far away and met girls who became my best friends. I saw a lot of people grow up really quickly. Temple worshippers. Research assistants. Wives. And I thought to myself, "Life came too fast."

For so long, all I wanted was what came next. It's sinking in that my future is here and I better stop long enough to enjoy it. Really enjoy it.

Ps. Lindsey, live your life. Love today. College will come and go before you know it!

Pps. Can the end really be this close?