My mind seems to be in a con­stant state of flux between look­ing for­ward and look­ing back. Never can seem to think about the present. Per­haps it's more com­fort­able to either plan ahead or think of plans that should have been made rather than con­cen­trat­ing on "here" and now.

I can remem­ber some­where around this time last year, me think­ing about where I would be at the same time "now". And while I may not have accom­plised every sin­gle thing I've set out to do by now, I think I've done pretty well, con­sid­er­ing my place "there" and my place "here".

Some­times I wish I could com­bine parts of "here" with parts of "there", a bit of the best of both worlds…or some such non­sense. But that's not going to hap­pen, and I know it. Some dreams die harder than others.

Sigh.

One thing…if any of the recent events in my life have taught me any­thing, it's that look­ing ahead too much can make you miss what's hap­pen­ing right now.

I should prob­a­bly pay atten­tion to that.