Moving Forward

Do you feel like your life is moving forward?

So often I find life is just, standing still. staying the same. Or, maybe worse, going a million miles a minute - you can't really account for progress if you're in the midst of a tornado.

Recently life has been moving so fast that I can't breathe. I don't know if I'm happy or sad or mad because I don't have time to process those emotions. I just. am. I'm doing whatever it takes just to keep myself afloat. The constant thought in my mind that I'm forgetting something, that some vital part is going to slip through my fingers. Bringing each thing I've so carefully crafted and balanced to come crashing down.

I love being busy. I always forget. And right now especially. I'm doing things I love to do. I'm getting more and more excited for my future. But. It seems that every week is a new adventure, stretching my abilities to maintain some semblance of a life worth living.

Moving forward implies so many things. But for now. This is all I can grasp.