Or moving too fast. There seems to be no middle ground, as I've been at school for the past year, and turning my life around.
I now live in Ottawa, away from my hometown of Almonte. I really enjoy it here, I was somewhat disorganized at home, and I felt as if I stopped learning there - for almost over a year, I had felt stuck and wanted out. My life reflected that through always being out, and never really cleaning up after myself. I coasted through high school because I simply had no drive to get the mark.

After one full year of college, a first semester that landed me on the Dean's list, and a second one that may do the same (I may miss out by .01 GPA, blech) - I have been on the turbulent road of self-discovery. Realizing my potential. I don't know what I want to do, yet.

I'm still lost in tomorrow, but it's better than yesterday. At least my dinghy's still afloat.

I have a job now with fairly good pay, which will keep me in Ottawa for the summer - I do not wish to be back in Almonte: that's yesterday, to me.
Here, I'm organized, I clean up after myself, meet new people every day, keep busy; I have a whole lot of fun doing it.
I mature through experience, it was long overdue.

Perhaps this is what has distracted me from my musings - they were a cry of sorts, a want to break out of my shell.
And I guess I've done such.
Sometimes I find myself writing still, I've written a few pieces here and there that I have not submitted. Maybe if I know of people watching, waiting, I'll submit them.

What brings me back today, to where I find myself, is the prospect that I might be losing a big chunk of myself that's grown over the past decade.
My dog Boomer, of 11 years, has been in a state for a long time at which he'll eat and drink constantly, yet get thinner. What saddens me more, is that he's still so playful.

Perhaps it's just the age.

I've been told to have faith. But it's hard when you know there's change around every bend in whatever path you may be walking. Faith can't hold it back, it can only hold you from it.
And that's wrong, to me, because maturity only comes with change and evolution.

I'm still scared.

But I'm only human.
I'm smart enough to embrace whatever may come, and to accept it. You can only control you, and nothing else.
That, to me, is faith enough.

...wow, my last journal entry was almost 2 years ago. Haha.
Well, I DO have Facebook. Shockingly. My life is fed vicariously through that thing, check it out if you wish.
My name is still Bret Campbell, as I have not had it changed.

Some things are just meant to stay the same, like a name, perhaps. It's useful.
The most useful things are often unmoving, so life is a scavenger hunt of sorts.

Anyway, take care everybody. Don't lose yourselves, unnecessary burdens (AKA worry) suck.

- Bret