Keeping Up

Sometimes I feel like my life is moving so fast I have trouble keeping up. Spring break was what kept me going for the past few weeks and now I feel like its already over. Sure, it's only Tuesday, but tomorrow I have appointments all morning and then I'm driving to Schenectady with some friends. Thursday I have a date with my "roomie for life" to go be kids again at the Strong National Museum of Play and the Butterfly Garden. And Friday I leave for Boston for the weekend. I had made plans to do all these little random things that now I have to squeeze in. Where does the time go?

Speaking of Boston, I'm not quite sure what to expect for this mini-conference. I really hope it's worth the trek out there and that I get something out of it. I'm not expecting it to be We Grow, but it would be nice to meet some inspiring people and learn a bit about social responsibility.

It's pretty amusing to see my parents' reactions nowadays. My stepmom asked me the other day if I knew anyone who would be at this conference and when I told her no, she responded "Wow. I'd never have the guts to do something like that." That seems to be the common response I get from my parents when I tell them most things I'm doing or want to do. Even back in high school, my dad told me over and over again that he wished he had the courage to do all the things I did, like try out for and be in the school play, be an editor on the yearbook, try out for various sports teams that I didn't make (yeah...not so athletic), and go to the prom. The funny thing is that I definitely don't see myself as being courageous. In fact, I'd say I'm one of the least courageous people I know. I tend to stick to status-quo and avoid creating waves at all costs.

This is getting long and rambly so I'm going to end it here.