...someone's busy life has overtaken mine

I just looked to see when the last time I sat down to write on here was. Far too much time has passed by and yet I cannot recall a single, solitary moment when I could have taken the time to do so. The summer is done - almost officially - and, though the completion of summer brings the arrival of my wedding, I still find myself wondering how the time flew so fast. I hardly had time to enjoy summer-time things; days on the beach, warm summer evenings, driving around with the windows open, sleeping with the fan on, what happened to summer?!! At least I was able to get out in the yard and take some pics of our wildflowers. September just snuck up so quickly. In less than 4 weeks time - 25 days to be exact - I will start my new life with my new husband in our new home, and with a new job to boot. So many changes are underway, it's strange. And yet more exciting than I can remember. One week ago yesterday I worked my last shift at IGA. I have been at that store for 6 years and suddenly I'm done. There is a running joke, and strong expectation, that I will return there after the wedding, when I "realize it's where I'm meant to be". And I have to admit that I am scared to be finished with something that I was such a part of for so long. Do you know how many useless numbers and codes I have floating around in my head? What do I do with these? 4536,4062,4089,4562,4072,4011....bean sprouts, cucumbers, radishes, bulk carrots, russet potatoes and - the most commonly sold/used/known - bananas. Stupid hey? And that isn't even a fraction of them. Very soon life is going to pick up it's pace, even from where it's at now, and I will have, some days, even less time to sit and contemplate my thoughts. Which is also around the same time I will need to make even more of an effort to sit and write. I suppose my real concern, then, is not that I won't know what to do with myself, but that I won't end up doing what I really want to do. I miss writing. Immensely. In the past 4 months I think I have taken maybe 3 hours all together to just write. I'm deathly afraid that I will start forgetting things I learned at school until eventually, when I am presented with an opportunity, my skills will all have deteriorated into memories. In fact, I think that is one of my biggest fears right now. Either way, things always have a way of working out. If I'm supposed to write, then one day I will be a writer. Until then, I suppose I will continue to walk on the path that is laid out before me, and trust that God knows. Because I know He does.