We can never go back.

Yeah, it's a cliche, but you only get to be a kid once. One chance at growing up, and then it's done. I'm not sure why, but I've been in a really contemplative mood this afternoon. I got to thinking about where I grew up and had that mental movie montage playing where I see a number of memories from years ago. I remember how enjoyable so much of it was (though some of it did suck; it is life after all). I really wish I had taken more time to enjoy it all. To really let it soak in. To "take time to smell the roses". With my personality I tend to focus on the thorns. Don't get me wrong. I have no intention of living where I grew up again. It's just not the same after being gone for seven years. I guess I'm just having one of those days where I think about how my life isn't where I thought it'd be at this point and how the timeline of God's plan for me isn't what I would have picked. Shouldn't I be doing something important by now? Shouldn't I feel more comfortable in my own skin? Shouldn't I have somebody to share all this with? Maybe I just need to spend some more time thinking...or less time. I'm not really sure.