There are so many unknowns. We don't know where we will live next year at this time, we don't know exactly when we want to start our family (or if it will happen when we want it to), we don't know what we want to do for careers, I don't know if I want to be a stay at home mom. We don't know if Mason is going to be accepted to grad school, or where we will go if he is. Heck, I don't even know what to eat for supper tonight.
Sometimes it seems like time has passed too quickly.
I don't know how I am already 24. I'll be 25 in like 5 months. I feel like I should know more about the world. More about "adulting," as they say. More about how to talk to the doctor. More about how to make friends. More about how to manage my (mostly) seasonal depression. How to be patient and control the tone of my voice. More about how I should eat. More about how to manage money. More about how to have a symbiotic, happy relationship with my husband.
Sometimes the future seems really far away.
"Next year...", "Five years from now...", "When I graduate...", they all seem like they'll never actually get here. I think that makes it harder for me to stick to my goals I have set for myself. Also, it is completely impossible for me to imagine being a mother--will that day ever come? It also makes it harder to get through the winter, because it seems never ending, although it hasn't even officially started yet.
Yeah, the future is pretty scary. I guess we will have to figure it out as we go!
