Lately I keep thinking of one of my Grandma R’s favorite sayings:  Don’t wish your life away!  As a teenager, I hated it.  At the time, I loved to pretend that I didn’t fully understand its meaning – or, more accurately, that it didn’t apply to me.  As with any other teenager, I couldn’t wait to grow up.  What was I thinking?

Even now, I can’t resist.  I’m naturally impatient (thanks, Mom!).  I am always ready to move on to the next big thing.  Right now, I can’t help but think of what the next stage of my life will bring.  I just want to be a teacher already.  I want to concentrate on my career, not my own education.  I want to concentrate on creating a home instead of writing papers.  I want, I want, I want.

Why can I just enjoy what is happening now?  Why does it always have to be “I’ll do this when …” or “if __________, everything else will fall into place”?  I need to just enjoy the process – the actual hard work.  Soon I will miss the longs days I put in completing projects and papers for my classes, especially those that required me to use my creativity.  When Grandma is no longer with us, I will miss those trips to visit her.  One day, I will miss spending Sundays with my Mom too.  Why is that so hard to keep in mind?

How do I stop the urge to get ahead of myself?  I do it time and time again.  It is half the reason why I can be such a procrastinator at times.  When I am truly excited about something, I get so far ahead of myself that I can go no further.  I then have to wait until I can take the next step.  By that time, I’ve moved on to something else, and I find myself cutting it close when it comes to finishing what I started.  Each time, I swear it will never happen again.

My impatience gets the better of me.  Over the last decade I’ve watched as family and friends married and had children.  I kept asking myself when will it finally be my turn.  I don’t anymore.  Does it still hurt?  Yes, but … I’m no longer waiting on someone else to make me happy.  If my ex-boyfriend and I had married back when we intended to get married, nearly a decade ago, I can’t imagine how miserable I would be.  I probably wouldn’t be pursuing a new career.  We’d still be arguing about adoption.  I admit it:  Not getting married – and even breaking up with my ex – is probably one of the best things that ever happened to me.  This leads me to another one of my Grandma’s favorite sayings:  Be careful what you wish for.