Blink

I studied for two years. And my IB tests came and went. Although I'm still rallying for my last one tomorrow, they flew by in a matter of moments. Blink.

It's Friday. I'm living it up with friends I haven't seen since who knows when. It is so nice to be in their company. I pick my sister up from the airport. And then I enjoy one last movie night with a girl who is more like a sister than she is just a friend. Blink.

It's Saturday. I enjoy breakfast with Caroline and a nice nap afterwards. I get ready. My breath stops as I put my cap and gown on. "Is this real life? Holy cow" is all I could say.blink.

I drive myself to Mtsu. I cry because apparently my shoes aren't dark enough, but family saves the day. I hug maestro and I do not feel bad for taking away rehearsal time with dr.russel because I know maestro is more Important. I walk. I sing. I walk. I sing. And then it was over. Just like that. Blink.

The family party lasts forever. I hug everyone over and over and over again. I enjoy the moment. I laugh with friends. I love on those who love me. The twins rescue me. I come home and I sleep. Blink.

It's Sunday. I wake up and go to church. I go to lunch. I go to tutoring. I preach. And then I watch one of my dearest friends graduate. I feel a sense of melancholy as I remember how I felt down on that floor the afternoon before. I come home. I study. I pack. And I sleep. Blink.

Time is running out. Time has already run out. This whole weekend, year, decade has gone too fast. I find myself a high school graduate with one more push to the finish. When the test is over, I will drive to camp. So there is no time. There is no planning. There is no "see you later or lets make plans for lunch this week" my Murfreesboro hour glass has run out. And while I admit I wouldn't have my life any other way, I find myself longing for a day of rest, longing for just enough time. I wish, in all of this, that I wouldn't have blinked. 

Here's a few blink-moments:

Don't blink. Because your life will flash before your eyes.