Misguided
Funny how life has this way of never going how you planned.
I’m hardly a mistral anymore, though I still wish I could be. It’s hard to think about writing anymore, since I haven’t felt that internal urge to create in about a year. Over that actually…
My eyes are on new horizons now, floating my way to new and unknown shores. Like usual, I go into things head first without much hesitation.
Getting married in June. Boom. Just like that.
Obviously I thought about this decision, since it’s a little heavier than moving around the country on a whim. I hate waiting though and I wish we could just get married tomorrow and start living real life finally. The waiting in this bizarre limbo is what’s putting me over the edge now.
I’m guessing that I’m not alone in that feeling. I imagine that every college senior gets to that point of wanting to start life outside of a school confinement. Wings we’ve been stretching for years are aching for wind under them. Let us fly, let us fall and learn to pick ourselves up on our own.
