The curve

Today while writing a letter to my good friend in Texas, I started expressing something I didn't even realize had been on my mind so much. And in a surprisingly eloquent manner if I do say so myself. I like when this sort of thing happens because it helps reinforce my decision to be a writer. Anyway, here's the sentiment:

Less than a month and a half until I'm walking across the stage in a cap and gown. Weird. People my age from high school/middle school/other random places are getting married and having (or already have) babies. I'm trying to keep my own life in perspective and remind myself that I'm not behind the curve, and more importantly that the curve doesn't really exist. It can be tough sometimes to live your life simply by your own standards because as humans we tend to judge our successes and failures by the progress of those around us. I continuously try to remind myself that what a classmate does can be used to motivate me, but shouldn't (and doesn't) have any real bearing on my life.

Bam. Morning philosophy via letters between long distance pals.