I plan ahead way too much, and I feel like I keep living in the future. It seems like I measure my accomplishments on how closely things work out to whatever my plan is; I'll only be happy once everything fits. But because I keep making more and more plans, nothing ever seems to fit. I tell myself now that once I get accepted to the visual arts department, I'll be happy. Once this semester ends, I'll be happy. Once I graduate, I'll be happy. Once Brad gets home from his mission, I'll be happy.
I feel like I've wasted my freshman year because I spent all of it planning for what's next, instead of enjoying what's now.
But seriously, once this semester is over, I'll be happy.