Sometimes I look back over my shoulder and realize that I was never as grown up as I thought I was.
Sometimes I look around and realize I’m not as good as I think I am, or as good as I want to be, at much of anything.
Sometimes I look forward and get so caught up in what’s there, what might be there, that I forget about what’s around and behind.
Sometimes I should look upward instead. Always, in fact. I often don’t remember that.