If there’s one thing to know about me, it’s that I think. A lot. Well, I guess that’s one of the symptoms of being human, but at times it feels as though I can’t find the mute button to my thoughts.
One thing I find myself prominently thinking about is the future. Where will I be in ten, twenty years? Will I be the CEO of a successful company? Will I be in debt and unhappy?
I plan out everything. I have a journal where I write out my weekly and daily tasks. When we went for a family vacation to Maui this past Christmas I wrote out an itinerary. I like having a grasp on how events will play out. But this is impossible when it comes to my future as an adult.
If I could have it my way, I’d know exactly where I’ll be living in ten years, where I went to school, where I’m working, and any answers I could receive.
But that’s not how it works.
When I find myself stressing about the future, I remind myself that I’m fifteen. In high school. If I waste the 3% of my life I spend in high school worrying about my adulthood, when I actually get to my adulthood I’ll be wishing I savoured the short time I spent being a teenager.
I only have two and a half years left going to high school parties, driving to school with my siblings and my mom, waking up every morning with my family down the hall, playing soccer with my best friends, seeing the kids I grew up with everyday at school, and just being a teenager.
It’s such a weird, awkward, fun, special time in our lives, and I’m not going to waste it wanting to be an adult and already worrying about the stress that comes with it.
Living in the moment is a difficult, yet incredibly important skill to acquire. But I’m not going to live life in the future until there isn’t anymore future to live in.
I’m going to be thankful for the moments I live in, because once they pass, it’s merely a distant memory.