I have my first serious exam on Tuesday,
or will it be Wednesday.
I need to study a lot over the weekend,
but I’m not feeling the nervousness
I felt when I was in school.
I think I’m starting to figure out
what I really want to do with my life.
That scares me.
Because in my experience,
every time I’ve felt like I knew what I was doing,
I hit the curb as I was about to exit the road,
sometimes managing to get back,
but with two tires rolling far over the sidewalk.
I played some music as I sat down to write this.
Don’t play that song.
What a great song.
Aretha Franklin is amazing.
I feel like that right now,
like my mind doesn’t want to play that song,
like my mind doesn’t what to listen t that song.
The song jumped.
What a fitting song.
I don’t have a fast car,
but I still try to speed.
I want to realize that things take time.
I know that already.
Then why do I feel like everything is too slow?