I was just sitting there, minding my own business (just so you know, your business is my business... I was actually blogstalking people) when I happened across a lovely post about life. About how wonderful it is to be alive. To be alive and to be here and to be the people we are. This isn't a new idea to me; I feel this way all the time, but suddenly something just hit me.
I wouldn't go back.
Now this is a novel idea for me. I've never thought that before. I miss last year, I miss musical theater, I miss concert singers, I miss the girls that were on my company last year, I miss Mrs. Asay's class and our little french family, I miss summer, I miss efy, I miss the thunderstorms and shooting stars, and most of all, I miss all the friends that went to my school last year but don't anymore.
My problem though, was that I wasn't content just to miss all of this, I had to spend all my time wishing it was still here. Wishing I could go back in time and do it all over again. And over and over and over and it would never ever end.
But now I realize that I don't want to go back in time. I still miss the same things, but I can't do anything about it.
And guess what?
I like the way things have turned out. I like the person I am becoming and I like the new friends I'm making. It's okay for life to be different now than it was. It's okay for things to change
Love and kisses