Sour Milk on a Saturday

So yesterday I went to my cousin's high school graduation and seeing all the newly graduated kids' faces made me remember my own graduation.  That day is one that is filled with both relief and excitement; an end and a beginning.  And while this isn't news to me, or anyone really, it made me reflect back to when I was 17, and how I thought my life would be when I was 21.  And now that I am 21, I realized that my life really hasn't change all that much.  And that makes me sad.

At 17, I thought that at this point in my life I would have already been living on my own, even if just at a dorm room at some far off college.  At 17, I hoped that I'd graduate at 21 or 22.  And then go to Grad School.  None of these are my current reality.  Although, at 17, I also thought I wanted to be a lawyer.  I quickly changed my mind after entering college, though.  I decided that I would pursue my love of reading and writing, and if I wanted to go to Law School after that, so be it.

So I'm going to make a conscious note to move forward.  Too often we get comfortable in our lives and our surroundings.  Or maybe we're just too lazy to do anything to change it.  That last one is probably the case with me.  Although, if you're exactly where you want to be, then you've done something right. No need to fix something that's not broken.

There's a lot in my life I don't regret, but I have just come to the realization that I am super afraid of going nowhere.  Everyone around me is moving forward, and I'm just... stuck.  I almost gave up.  But seeing those high-schoolers throw their caps in the air gave me new hope.  It's as if their enthusiasm was contagious.  Maybe it is.  Sometimes they say that about smiles.

On a different note, anyone else constantly get sour milk in their coffee?  I feel like it happens to me all
the time.  I just took a sip of my freshly made coffee, and what do know?  It had sour milk!  I wonder what that says about me...