Life speeds by, rushing in every direction and whizzing past me faster than cars on the interstate.
I feel like most of the time I'm left in the dust wondering how I could possibly drink enough coffee to keep up.
Goals and plans— they all begin to seem unreachable when everyone else is reaching them and moving forward and your sitting in the background thinking that maybe if you were as fast and productive and motivated as them you could actually live your own dreams instead of them living them for you.
Let's be real, the pressure is outrageous. The pressure to perform, to get stuff done, to succeed. To be like everyone else. To not be like everyone else. You cant miss it for a second because the rules are constantly changing.
It is so easy to measure my success around the most successful people around me.
Sometimes I even measure my success against myself.
The other day I found my journal from last summer in Honduras. Those tear stained pages held one of my biggest seasons of growth and learning. I had so many stories to tell-- thoughts, emotions, ideas, and dreams.