You know when people say that things haven't hit them yet? I think it's hit me....I think it just hasn't rebounded yet and left me in the shock of having been hit. Because I am trying to put off wrapping my head around all of that jazz.
One of my peeves is when people tell me what the best time of my life is. I'm at the age when people think that they're seasoned enough to know, and I'm not. And they either think that it's college or that I already passed it by, it was high school.
With views like this, and moments filled with the things I love,
Who on the face of this great big earth has any reason to tell me that the time of my life isn't now? Who can try to convince me that the best moments of my life stay all stacked together, a deck of cards in a closed case? You only get four aces.... it all goes downhill from there.
That is something that I refuse to believe, thankyouverymuch.
I'm the one who gets to hold each moment of mine up to the light and watch the colors that fall through.
And I am bound and determined that each time I do, I will discover that - lo and behold - I have so very many moments that are the best moments of my life. I have Carnegie Hall's worth of moments. And those moments aren't stopping once I graduate high school, or college, or into retirement.
I will not wish that I could go back and burrow into a certain era of my life - not because I didn't enjoy them, but because I enjoyed them until they were completely spent, too exhausted to consider an encore and too anxious for what comes next. Too comfortable in now.
With everything in me, I am determined not to look at a younger person and presume when the best time of their life will be. You know what dad says about assumptions... and if I ever come to a point where I don't believe I'm having moments that should be filed away for the archives, that I don't set on my tongue and suck the sugar out of, something drastically needs to change.
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