I was sitting in my* car today with L, trying to sort through what's gone down this past week, all the fortune cookie advice, the value of passion and what the future holds. I've been letting things soak in, but it's getting to that point where I need to talk about the things that may possibly tear me apart. I've been thinking a lot but not thinking things through. That's the thing I love about L: his skepticism and underlying tones of disapproval always bring out my realism when I need it the most. He always demands an explanation and either frustrates the heck out of me or lets me clear my head.
But at the heart of it all, me, my planning, and wondering about where every little detail is going to take me often causes me to forget that my present can be just as important as my future.
And that leaves me asking the same question I've been asking Him for the past week, "So what now?"
*i.e. my mom's
2 comments:
Haha, I feel like we basically just blogged about the same thing.
Within the same hour too.
<3 you bekah bekah.
Or I guess possibly not the same thing.
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