Going Somewhere?

I just love this picture. That is all.

Isn't it interesting that as one walks a step forward, one also steps back?

I move forward in school, and I get wrapped up in redefining aspirations and life goals.

I move forward in spirit, and I encounter more natural and familiar worship.

I move forward with friends, and I wish that I was better to those who have come and gone.

I move forward in music, and I learn to trust my spaces and limitations.

I went to Provo High's GSA meeting today. For an hour, I was back in high school again. I think its funny that I felt bathed in nostalgia, although I've only been out of high school for two years. I was so impressed by them. They were smart and funny; much more put together than I was when I was in high school. Things are different than they were for me, and it shows. My point? Things and places change quickly, and there's no guarantee that time will treat you fairly. Better keep moving forward.

I move forward, out of the closet, and I step into my home. It always feels like I'm going back to something I knew, when I go up and further in. The recognition and the familiarity and the nostalgia tug at me when I'm most content, and that's how I know that I am in the right place.