Back when I was in school, people told me I would wish I were back there when the real world got a hold of me, as a grownup. True, I wanted to finish school as quickly as possible, but not because I didn’t like school. I liked learning. I still do. I wasnt exactly on the short end of anything in school, I have brains, I am big, strong and fast, and I’ve been that way since I got out of primary school. I was never super popular, but I also wasn’t a social pariah. Maybe a little awkward, because, well, if you know my family, we are strange.
But school is behind me. I’m not one to dwell on things from my past. Yeah, they meant something to me, back then, and I remember them fondly when I am reminded of them. But it’s not like I don’t have anything to cherish now. I like my work, probably more than School or Uni. And I expect things to get even better. Sure, there are things that I don’t particularly like, now, either, but I’m dealing with it. Well, I can’t really deal with the situation in Egypt, or Syria, but seriously, it harldy affects my well-being, either. Not to say that I don’t recognize or appreciate their dilemma, but I have neither the power nor the responsibility to do anything other than to say that I don’t like it. I digress.
I neither miss, nor dread, anything from my past. I do think a bit about the routes not taken, but with my plate full, and a healthy appetite for life, I don’t overthink it.