perfect

Whenever something significant is about to change in our lives, I think we expect that change to be reflected in ourselves. We expect to start acting accordingly; differently at least, if not better. Even though it's obvious that this expectation almost never pans out, it's still mildly surprising to realize that despite nearly every element within your life being in the throes of a complete transformation, you yourself are pretty much staying the same. It's unsettling. It's illogical. It's disorienting. And above all, it gives you the chance to think things over, try to start afresh. So here's to endings, beginnings, and everything in between - summer's really here, and everything in my life but myself is changing. Here we go.