Growing Up Is Hard To Do!

Now that I'm living with my Man-Friend life has gotten so busy. I miss the days when I was younger and summer meant that I was free.

To do whatever I wanted. I could sleep in. Watch as much TV as my heart desired. Play outside. Run through the sprinkler. Go swimming. Play inside. Eat as much as I wanted(and not gain a pound). Eat homemade Popsicles.

My summer this year has been filled with working at a job that I do not find fulfilling or challenging in a good way. I do it for the money, which is nearly impossible to have not show up in my work.

Every weekend has plans. Weddings, showers, camping, bachelorette gatherings, work, vet, school.

I have found that there is never enough time.

Time for dishes and cleaning and cooking. Quality time with my Man-Friend. Spending much needed time with friends. Visiting with my family. Giggling with my niece and watching her change and grow. Time to focus on school. Soul searching. Learning to take better photos. Doing crafts, knitting and sewing which fill me with happiness and satisfaction.

When did it all get so busy?

Part of me wants to embrace this life I've got and appreciate that I have so many things to do and so many people in my life that I should really be thankful. And I am. But another part of me wants to run and hide and go back in time to when I was truly carefree and acted on a whim.

I'm ready for fall to come. For order to be restored. Life to slow down. Have more time for the things I want to do rather than have my time filled with things I have to do. Fall means new beginnings and old routines. Which makes me happy...