This morning I woke up and instead of going about usual weekday routine, I chose to make myself a truly lovely cup of English Breakfast tea, curl up on the couch and remove myself from everything.
As it was Saturday morning, all the children that live in my street started to seep out their homes and enjoy the Sun’s last feeble attempts at providing warmth. It was when the youngest of the children cried “wait for me,” I realised it seems I have been left behind.
Everyone seems to be moving.
I always imagined my life would become ridiculously fast paced on completion of the HSC. For a while now I have worked on developing my ‘To-Do’ list but instead I’m currently ‘temporarily out-of-order.’ My progress is very slow – almost at a stand-still and it’s very depressing.
When the youngest of the children cried “wait for me,” all the other children rolled their eyes at her inability to keep up but nevertheless turned around and made sure that she was able to catch up to them. Made sure that she caught her breath before they continued to play. Made sure that she was traveling okay. Maybe they were just making sure that they wouldn’t get in trouble from their parents quietly keeping a watchful eye on them. I don’t know?
But I want to scream “wait for me!”
I’ve learnt it’s not always that simple.