Happy Blossoms. Beacon St, March 2012.
There is something about tragedies like this or this that help put things in perspective. I was feeling down earlier in the week and had mostly shaken it off and gotten over myself, realizing that my life is pretty damn great right now. On my run this morning, I remembered this quote and it captured perfectly how I was feeling about our current living situation. I just need to add Until you move back to Utah to the list, though.
So stop waiting until you finish school,
until you go back to school,
until you lose ten pounds,
until you gain ten pounds,
until you have kids,
until your kids leave the house,
until you start work,
until you retire,
until you get married,
until you get divorced,
until Friday night,
until Sunday morning,
until you get a new car or home,
until your car or home is paid off,
until spring, until summer, until fall, until winter,
until you're off welfare,
until the first or the fifteenth,
until your song comes on,
until you've had a drink,
until you've sobered up,
until you die,
until you are born again
to decide that there is no better time than right now to be....
True dat. Happy Friday, everyone.
Spring in Boston. March 2012.