Yesterday the boy and I were talking about vacations and weddings. OUR vacations and OTHER PEOPLES' weddings, thank you very much. Two of his very close friends are getting married within three weeks of each other and one of the weddings is in Puerto Rico, which I'm soiling myself with excitement about. Of course, money, or lack thereof in my case, comes up. We go to OCean City ever end of summer (and by "every" I mean in the two years we've been together) and I kind of like our little tradition... but it might not be possible this year. I'm digressing, did you see that? I'm so quick. what I mean to say is that when talking about the summer we both gacked at how fast summer 2006 went by... and then how fast the rest of the year went. Where did it all go? Why did this year go so fast? It's freakin nuts. When time goes by so fast I become very conscious of the things I meant to accomplish but didn't. In order not to feel like such a failure I need to recognize how slowly I accomplish things. Because really , it's not that I DON'T accomplish things.. it's that they come into being at a slug's pace.
What about 2007? I could predict what will happen in the year to come, but I can honestly say I'd rather be surprised. Only because that's what has worked for me since I decided to move to NYC. Everything came as a surprise (some may say fate) and you know, I think I'm going to stick to that method. It works.
And if it ain't broke, don't ass rape it, that's what granny always said.
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