Present Tense, Not Future Tense.

After dinner on my 17^th birthday, my boyfriend, Jordan, and I sat on the couch watching some sappy chick flick. While fiddling with a rubber band, I made a genius move; I snapped him with the band and it was war. He tried blocking it, I snapped him. He tried holding my hands back, I snapped him again. For my final maneuver, I held the band up to my face and aimed it for the long shot toward his chest. I had my target in position; everything was set for the perfect hit. In my excitement I pulled back the rubber band, so quickly that I pulled it out of my front fingers resulting in it snapping me in the eye, instead of Jordan in the chest. He laughed, I cried in defeat.   

I've always been known as a forward thinker. I plan everything in advance to the tee- outfits, outings, meals, goals- my life runs on the idea of “okay, now I’m doing this, what am I going to do three steps from now?”  I see what is ahead, and not what is in front of my face.  I am so focused on the path ahead that I don’t notice the wall that I run into while entering the library. Live life in the here and now, the future will happen, eventually.