This has been a whirling, tumbling, race of a summer, the kind so quick and busy you find yourself wondering when, exactly time will slow down. It's been punctuated, though, by some of the most beautiful pauses — quiet, peaceful moments that I've clung to when things grew hectic again. Luckily it's been a lot of good, a lot of work that I love (like the live Bachelorette viewing party), a lot of road trips, a lot of sun and friends and visits. It's been a season for the books, that's for sure.
There was a phase just after I turned eighteen where life started to feel very big and very new — college, leaving home, a love of sorts — and I remember turning to, of all things, music without words. Instrumentals. Without lyrics, the music could clear my mind and I could step outside the moment for a little while. There was one song, Another Day by The Album Leaf, that I played over and over, again and again. It made me want to run toward someone I loved in slow motion at an airport terminal or something, which is basically how I can sum up my taste in melodramatic movies.
I've been thinking a lot lately about perspective. Perspective: 1. a particular attitude toward or way of regarding something; a point of view 2. true understanding of the relative importance of things; a sense of proportion. A sense of proportion.
In my experience, your 20s start to feel like an exercise in moving from mostly want-to-dos to mostly have-to-dos, a growing up of sorts. And for me, its usually an issue of perspective — learning to want to do the things I have to do, or shifting my life toward the goal of having to do the things I want to do. It has to do with responsibility, and taking responsibility for the way you see the world. As Ashton Kutcher said at the Teen Choice Awards* this week — yep, I'm going there — you don't live a life, you build one.
So it goes, right?
*Disclaimer: I covered the Teen Choice Awards for work. (And loved every second of it, because I'll forever feel 16.)