You know those moments you wish you could hold onto forever? The ones that make you want to just pour the world around you into a jello mold , locking the smiles, sounds, scents--the entire feeling--into place? That way nothing would be able to sway that little moment (jiggle it, possibly); it was to be forever floating...
I can hardly keep track of all the times I genuinely wished things would never change. Why I ever thought middle school dances or high school relationships were going to be the apex of my existence is astounding to me now, but at the time, I wanted nothing more. However, as fun as college years were, they don’t compare to moments that came afterward...And those wouldn’t live up to what would happen later...
It seems like such a childish notion, wanting not only to live in one moment, but also the completely absurd desire for nothing at all to change. Yet, my heart does it for me before my brain can correct it.
I have a feeling this past year will be a time I’ll look back on in my golden years and wish I could bottle, but it wasn’t because nothing changed, it was because everything changed.
So much has happened in the past year that I can’t imagine doing without any of it (good or bad) for the sake of the feelings I had then. I wouldn’t go trading any of it for puppy love or carefree times when I was a kid...and yet, I found myself grabbing for the gelatin just the other day, maybe not to completely freeze time, but definitely longing to slow it down, create some wiggle room...and maybe add in some fruit bits to serve as confetti.
But once I realize I am grateful for what is surrounding me, my wish is no longer for nothing to change because I know that more happiness is on the way...but I guess there’s always room for jell-o.
