I remember when every day was mine

And I owned every minute of my time.

When I came back from my military training, there was no break, as I expected. I had a full time job within a week, and (through scheduling oddities) had drill for two weekends in a row. By mid-October, I pretty much had a girlfriend. I never gave myself time to exhale. I gained a lot from that job, and I had many good times with that girl; and yet, here I sit, almost wholly regretting how I spent my Fall. It was supposed to be something so much different than what it was. I really shot myself in the foot.

I suppose, at this point, it's foolish to regret it, especially considering that I did gain much from it. However, I am haunted by the idea that although I've come a long way since that May, I am still not where I was supposed to be.

I hold hope out for this summer. I will have to spend about a month of it in more training. Outside of that, however, I will have no obligations, and few responsibilities.