Changes

I was really bored tonight... and I spotted my journal from my senior year of high school on my shelf. I read through the entire thing in one sitting... Oh my goodness. I feel like I don't even know the person who wrote the words in that book. I was so naive; my worries were so trivial. It makes me wonder, though. Will I, in four years, look back at this year's journal with as much disbelief at my thought processes? Or am I pretty well set in my ways now? I suppose only time will tell. Beside the way I wrote and thought, I could not believe the difference between where I thought I would be at twenty-one, and where I actually ended up. I don't like thinking about four years from now and how nothing may be as I am planning it now... but I suppose everything has indeed turned out better than I ever imagined.