The feeling I have reminds me of New Year’s Eve, when the countdown is coming, and I’m not quite sure whether to grab my camera or just live at the moment. Usually I grab the camera and later regret it when the picture doesn’t turn out. Then I feel enormously let down and think to myself that the night would have been more fun if it didn’t mean quite so much, if I weren’t forced to analyze where I’ve been and where I’m going.

Something Borrowed