So I’ve tumbled before but not in the way you may think. This kind of tumbling is all new to me and I’m not really sure how to work it. Today’s been one of those days you really just want to put behind you. Get in a fight with someone you care about, have tons of homework to do, and on top of that it’s definitely a fat day. I’ve heard this is kind of like a blog, I write, you listen? Seems pretty easy to me, but then I wonder… Is there anyone who really wants to listen? I often ponder the idea of blogs and If they’re good or bad for someone like me. An awkward college student who lives her life by finding comfort in witt and deals with way too much anxiety. All your life you wait to grow up, now that I’m here I question why. Peter pan had it right, staying a kid as long as you can is the best way to go. Don’t get me wrong there are plenty of perks to getting older but why are we constantly wishing the days away? We constantly wish for less but eventually beg for more. Life is hard, no way around that. Everyday I am constantly thankful for everything I have in the back of my head but in the front the daily stressor, problem, assignment, exc. are always right there blocking the way. I’m sure I’m not the only one with this. The future is always on my mind. “Am I going to marry him?” “Oh can’t wait to get there.” “what’s for dinner?” my mind never seems at peace in the present, but today I stopped. I was eating dinner with a man I care for dearly and I felt my world spinning. You know when someone makes you feel different than you ever have before and you just know something is special about them? That’s him for me. He’s my world. (in a good way, not a crazy creepy way. If you think about it we are all a little crazy, no one ever seems to remember that while they’re judging others. My world stopped today when I realized there is no time like the present. By wishing away your days you’re leaving the present behind to become the past. So for me maybe tumblr is good, maybe it is bad. Will people listen? Who cares. Maybe this is my way of becoming my own writer in the land of misfit toys. For my first post this may be long and weird but I hope whoever out there reads this finds interest in the things I say. So to end I’d like to say: did Peter really have it right?