You know that horrible moment after a fun weekend that you realize you have work in the morning and you have to actually go back to being an adult with responsibilities? Isn’t that the worst moment? I feel like I used to constantly live that moment until I got really used to always being alone, even on the weekends. I kind of started to look forward to the week ahead because I was going to be around people all day until I got off work. I have been stuck in a routine for quite sometime now: work, gym, home, repeat. While I cannot complain, I have everything I could ever possibly need, it is a sad moment when it’s quiet around me again after being so full of laughter and love for days. It always throws me off when I least expect it and teaches me a lesson. I am constantly ready for the next moment, never fully living in the one I’m in. I’m always thinking ahead to the next thing, worrying about what needs to get done or what is coming. Everytime this happens I’m thrown off because as I sit in silence and wait for laughter or movement in the next room I realize that maybe I took the last sequence of moments for granted instead of living in them. Then that throws me into thinking back to nearly a year ago, when there was always another life around me at all times and how often I took that for granted. With that, I can’t say I don’t enjoy my solitude or am unhappy alone, it always just takes me a few days to shake the lonely feeling that comes when a weekend full of family and friends inevitably ends.

Live in the moment, the next one isn’t always better.