Creative Writing Assignment-
  In this assignment we are to write anything that comes to mind for 7-10 minutes. Initially, this seems like a confusing idea, "how exactly do you write whatever comes to mind?' much less write for 7-10 minutes without having a given topic. However, when that is the assignment, that is what you do...
What comes to my mind?
   I suppose the first thing that comes to my mind, is that which has been plaguing my mind for days now...changes.
  Yes, that is what comes to my mind...changes in my life, some of these changes I don't necessarily want, but they are changes that I know are a part of the natural growth cycle. How interesting it is to me to experience my feelings that come with these changes. I welcome some of them, but I do not want others...
  Some of these changes, I have endeavored to birth in an intensely focused way. Some of these changes seem to come rushing in towards me at a full speed, no holds barred, screeching kind of way. Knowing that my response to these changes are a vital part of the results that will linger long after the initial awareness passes.  Knowing that how I respond is being watched carefully by others, while also being watched by my own self. I am also aware of the way it would be beneficial for me to respond, but at times, wanting to run the other way and hope the changes won't catch up to me.
  How odd it seems to being rudely awakened to the blatant fact that life will never ever be the same again, wondering if I enjoyed the past to the fullest extent possible? If I squeezed every ounce possible of the way things will never be again? Feeling heartache and wonder at the same time. Feeling an uncertainty of the way things will evolve and become. While being certain only that they will never, ever be the way they were and that brings a certain heartache with it, while also bringing a joy for having been able to experience some of these things that will never, ever be again...
  Changes that usher in the possibility for more, but the hesitant uncertainty of what exactly they will transpire to become. Feeling almost like the future is a large lump in my throat,wondering if I will choke or feel a rush of relief when I finally give in and swallow the inevitable?
  Waking, sleeping, acknowledging, trying to ignore, trying to accept, wanting to welcome and wanting to deny...Changes