Wondering where the time went.
Well here we are, its Monday the 25'th (Well, I don't know if it will still be when you read this, but it was when I wrote it.). I'm actually not quite sure how I got so far along in the month. I could have sworn I just started April with high hopes for Camp (more on that on Wednesday), reading and sewing. Now I'm here, almost to the end of the month with a jumble of writing, far fewer books read then I had hoped, a new phone, and a larger pile of sewing projects then I started with. I honestly have no idea how most of that happened.
I am pretty sure I went through a time warp, but that's just my working theory right now. ;)
When I was twelve, I never got why people thought time went by so quickly. I was always counting down to things, longing for days to come. Then when I was about fourteen I began to wonder how all those people could be so calm when days were rushing by at the speed of a bullet train.
And now I've reached a happy medium. I no longer wonder so much if days will EVER end, and most of the time (this month being an exception) I ushally don't wonder where my time went.
Reaching happy mediums is a good feeling.
| Luke was so wet and adorable, I had to take a picture. =) |
| Does anyone else love rainbows? |
Have you felt like time flew, or dragged lately?
Whats one thing you've reached a happy medium on recently?




