Change

I love and hate this time of year. It reeks of change. New faces to fill the vacancies that old faces left behind. Students trying to piece their schedules together like a giant jigsaw puzzle. Everyone making new resolutions: I will get straight A's, I will work out at 4am every morning, I will date that guy/girl of my dreams... It seems appropriate that this all happens around the start of fall. The trees, full of pent up summer energy, mimic the world's people, bursting into vibrant new colors in a last hurrah before the bitter cold and routine settles in.

Despite the changes happening around me, my life, for the most part, doesn't feel too particularly changed. I'm still working graveyard shift in the lab. I'm still running, swimming, hiking, dancing, reading, singing, frisbee, sleeping weird hours, eating things that aren't "meal time" appropriate. Busy, but for the most part, still routine. I've been trying to get into the whole change thing. I'm getting a new haircut tomorrow. I'm trying to get to know my new roommates who seem pretty cool. I'm planning on taking a scuba class, maybe a pottery class, maybe take up Jujitsu... However, I still can't shake the feeling that I'm stuck in a rut.

Sometimes I feel like I've been left behind in the rush of things. I've lost count of the number of roommates I've had who are married with kids. So many of my friends have moved away to do great things and make a difference in the world. Its not that I won't get married and that I'm not doing great things here in Provo... I guess I always thought things would be different then this.