Why is it always hardest being content?
It's always the easiest appreciating something once it's already gone.
During high school, I was so ready to graduate. I counted down the days until college since freshmen year. I was "ready to fly," as I would say. (I know, so cheesy)
And then graduation came and left and I was still so excited to go, but sad about leaving that season behind.
And then move in day came. It was time for my so called wings to work. And they didn't really do what they were supposed to. It was a flop. (Okay, maybe not a flop, but not what I expected).
And now, as I look back on that time of high school, I realize how blessed I was. Of course, there were rough patches, and plenty of them, but God provided a wonderful season for me during that time.
And ya know what? I miss it. I miss my friends. I miss being at home. And I miss being a kid.
Nobody told me that when you go to college you grow up quickly. You have to start picking up your own prescriptions (what?) and you have to do your own laundry.
I wasn't ready for that. Real life hit like a train.
So, why wasn't I content with being a kid? Why was I so ready for that good season to end for what I thought would be a better season?
Because I wasn't content. I didn't give thanks at the time. Instead, I waited for the season to end and then played the "I wish" game. Not a good idea.
And now? As I'm in the midst of this season of college, I'm learning to not take anything for granted. I'm trying not to wish this season of my life away as I wished the last away.
So keep me accountable. Tell me not to take anything for granted anymore. Tell me not to wish away this time, even if it is hard.