I feel that everything around me is moving at a much faster rate. Maybe the earth's solar rotation is increasing in velocity or maybe I'm just getting bogged down more and more by certain things that I have become slow. A few years ago, my father asked me about marriage. I told him that I might not even be ready for a while. I was 22 back then. Four years later, here I am contemplating the fact that my father started a family when he was 25, leaving me wondering if I'll ever be ready. I suppose not, considering my personal track record. Past relationships were all too short, too few and far between. The few that stand out the most have left their battle scars, enough to make me skiddish about the idea of love. I think I'm completely over one thing then I find out that I'm not. Not entirely, but just enough to keep me awake at night. It feels like all my other friends, my past loves have moved on with their lives, have reached new levels in their careers or relationships...getting promoted, engaged, married, getting pregnant. And here I am, slowly bringing up the rear.
I'm happy and grateful about my acceptance into med school, but I wish I was already in and doing work just so I can say that I'm on my way, that I too, have moved on and maybe even gained some speed. Perhaps I'm overreacting and I may just need a little sleep.
