it's really weird isn't it. Every monday morning people wish it was already friday again. We often say that we just wish this day would be over now. Constantly people wanting time to move along quicker, usually because they have to endure some tedious task, an unpleasant situation or maybe even something exciting to look forward to and can't wait for it to happen.
I do that all the time, but actually I don't really want the time to pass. I feel like I'm running out of time. Before I came to England I had all these big plans, that by the time I'm 25 I had my career all set up, probably pocketed an oscar or two and would generally have just about accomplished the most impossible things (as you do). Well, now i am nearly 26 and, funnily enough, somehow reality looks a little bit different. Not that i mind, my life's not all bad, despite what my continuous whinging leaves to believe.
But I just wonder...there wouldn't have been any time to do all these things, or would there? I dont know. Maybe I've just procrastinated for too long and sort of ignored the fact that eventually i might actually be getting too old for things (however scary that may sound). But I really am still thinking along the lines of 'when i grow up i wanna be a...', yet again comforting myself in total oblivion that I actually have already reached that stage. I guess. oh, pants.
