Waiting to Shave...

Recently, I had a conversation with a friend of mine about how excited we were as little girls to get to shave our legs. It just seemed so exciting at the time. We just couldn't wait. As a kid, there was just something that seemed so grown about it. I think I felt as if shaving was like crossing the threshold from a little girl to a woman. As our conversation progressed, we began laughing about how now its like a chore...almost like dusting or vacuuming the house.

After I had that conversation, I began to think and reflect on it. How, waiting to shave my legs, was kind of like a metaphor for how impatient we get to go through life. How we are wanting to always hurrying through things. I was so preoccupied with wanting to shave and "be grown", I was forgetting to stop and smell the roses. Because trust me, if I could turn back time now, I would laugh a little more and enjoy being young an innocent more than I ever thought possible.

Also, as I continued to reflect, I thought of all the things in my life I couldn't wait for, and now they're gone. I dreamed of high school and college, and now I'll never get that experience ever again. I couldn't wait to be grown and live life on my own. Now, I often miss those family dinners where we would discuss our day. I also realized, that there are many, many other things ahead of me in my life I can't wait for, but this time, I'm going to stop and smell the roses. I'm going to make it my personal quest to live life one day at a time, and not worry about what the future holds. Before I know it, the future will be the past. I realize now, that it's OK to be just where you are.

Wrigleyville Rooftop; Throwin' some bags

Chicago 2008