Things Change

It's kind of mind-boggling to think of how my past self had no idea what my future self would do, but now my present self is my future self and is looking back on my past self and remembering the expectations I had.

Can't believe how silly my ideas were back when I was twelve. PSATs and driving permits were scary, foggy, and definitely far into the future. College seemed like an ocean away. High school was for the big girls.

I read through some old journals of mine a couple months ago and could only laugh at them. Back then, I thought I was really mature. Some entries were just phrases that I jotted down to remember the day and others were me waxing poetic and thinking blissfully how important my words sounded.

Now I'm remembering back when I was five or so. I was watching Nickelodeon on TV and Mom went and changed the channel to the weather. I asked her why she wasn't watching the kid-sy little cartoons, and she said they didn't interest her. Then I remember saying, "When I get old, I'll always be interested in Nickelodeon!". Or something like that.

Needless to say, I don't watch Nickelodeon anymore.

If the seasons represented stages of human life, autumn would be the older years. The years when all your children are grown and you realize your life is more than halfway through. Everything is kind of cozy and settled and you've found your place in life, but at the same time everything's dying and you're sad.

Hmmm. Reading over this post, I get the impression it's kind of rambling.

Izori

P.S. For all you amazing commenters who have been honoring me with your typed words these last past months, I am so sorry I haven't replied to any of you. Blogger is no longer predominant in my life, but I just want to tell you how much I appreciate your comments even though I don't always acknowledge them. Thanks so much! =)