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I have diagnosed myself with a problem of being paranoid of looking back at my life too much. I feel like I enjoy it too much. 

Right now, I’m enjoying recalling the mornings this past summer while on my internship in Australia. Partly because of jet lag, partly because I’m paranoid about being late when that’s the only thing I have going for me; I had some of the most relaxing mornings of my life while in Australia (not every morning, but most). I had ample time to make breakfast (and pack a lunch), and take it out to the porch and spend some time with God. I quickly learned that I should take the earlier bus and get to work sometimes twenty minutes early rather than get there five minutes late (like I said, paranoid). But a lot of times, especially towards the end of my six weeks there, I would get off two or three stops early. I absolutely loved walking through the busy outdoor malls, and past the small shops on the side of the street, watching everyone get ready. It wasn’t that I dreaded going to work, I loved it, or that I wanted to listen to that song a few more times or finish a podcast; I loved having time to enjoy. Time to think before I started trying to accomplish things. I love having that built into the day.