Neverland

It is hard to think that this semester is almost over for me. In under a month, I'll be on Christmas break and gearing up for a semester abroad in London and Greece where hopefully I can open my eyes to even more perspective in the world. But if next semester is anything like this, it'll be over before I know it. Even with the long days and constant flow of work, both in the office and in the classroom, it seems as if this semester has just slipped away from under me. To me, that's a pretty alarming realization as I'm sort of a romantic with my college experience: I love it so much, I want to to last as long as possible or at least seem that way. I know seniors in the program who are graduating in the spring but swear they were freshmen just last week.
I suppose I have to come to terms with the harsh reality of a college career creeping faster and faster toward the real work life. And not that I'm shying away from my future, I just wish I could better enjoy my present. If I have to have any major problem with my life thus far (which I absolutely know is a better shake in comparison to a lot of other folks' situation), its that I haven't made the most of each moment and lived it to the fullest. At the risk of sounding cocky, I know I am capable of great things and I hope more than anything to live out my potential. It's just way too easy for me now to avoid the future and hide behind the curtain of my college years. Can you blame me? Things are going beyond well, I really am blessed in almost every way. I'm comfortable with things the way they are now. I only wish that these good times can last a little longer. I don't want to blink and open my eyes to a diploma in my hand just yet.
Again, these concerns seem trivial to what others are putting up in their lives and no one realizes that more than me. As the brother of someone coping with muscular dystrophy, and the cousin of two Marines, I know I should feel incredibly lucky. And I am. I only wish I could better enjoy what has been given to me.

Here's to hoping that the skills I have developed and experiences I have achieved here in Washington, D.C. go to good use one day. But for now, I look forward to enjoying the innocent life a little longer. I'll take the responsibility one day, but if I have learned anything about working an 9-6 job for a semester, it's that i should savor what and be thankful for what I have. Because soon enough it'll be over, and there is no telling what the future holds.