I wrote this entry. When I went back to look at it, I was especially struck by this passage:

In a year, two of my best friends from high school will be married. I don't have the faintest idea where I will be or what I'll be doing. But this past year has been spent working toward building myself to be the best me I can be, regardless of where I am logistically. I may be in love - which will be a huge accomplishment to date. I may not be. I may still be in New York - perhaps the most reluctant love of all. I may not be.

They are married, and going to their weddings changed me somehow. (I mentioned this a few posts ago.) And I'm still in the same place, physically - at work and in Brooklyn. But emotionally, it's been this incredible whirlwind - both in and out of the relationship context. I trained for a half-marathon, lost a significant amount of weight in the healthiest way to date, and I think made serious strides in overcoming my dysfunctional approach to men. I've found myself in a relationship quite by accident with almost no effort - and I still love New York deeply but have set an expiration date for my time here, at least Phase One.

My new roommate Jesse said something tonight that really resonated with me - it was about time, and how you can only move forward. No matter what happens, there's always only forward movement, and so why shouldn't we just run with it? I love the constant movement that my life has seen and I want to take care to always look ahead but also relish the present. Because that's the most I, or anyone, can do.