Two more days. Two more days and it will officially be another month. Two more days and we will be sitting in the month of the half year mark. I was always one of those kids that wanted to grow up so fast and get through life. My mother always told me to take my time because time flies. I would turn my head and roll my eyes and just think that she only told me that because she didn't have anything better to do than work. A stupid naive kid was I. I would have taken more time to swim in the pool at my grandmothers. I would have taken more time to catch fireflies and hang out with my friends. I would have taken more time to read and enjoy my sisters company. I would have asked my mom to go to a movie more often and not taken so many trivial things so seriously. I would have not cleaned the house as much as I did.
My mother was right in every sense of the word. Now I am not one of those people who can recount every little detail of my 5th birthday party but now, because time flies so quickly, I am beginning to remember more. Why does this scare me? Is it because time actually starts to become shorter as you get older? Is there some sort of fast forward button that you subconsciously push on the clock once you hit 18? I can remember Christmas 2007 like it was yesterday. I remember how it felt and who was sitting where and who did what and who got what. This is not like me. Half the time I can't remember if I changed my underwear much less what happened on Christmas. My mother told me to slow down and I what did I do, I went full speed ahead. Sometimes tossing aside things that mattered just so I could be more serious about life. So here we are. My nephew just turned 6 and was born yesterday. My niece is about to be 2 and was born 5 minutes ago. My sister is about to have her second child in 3 months; the same day I turn 27. Christmas will be here next Sunday and June 2009 will be here next month. It really does move by so quickly. If only there were one more hour in the day. One more hour to work out, to spend with friends, to stay at the beach. If there was only one more hour. If only I had listened to my mother.
Two days. Two days and we have officially begun our journey through half of a year.
My mother was right in every sense of the word. Now I am not one of those people who can recount every little detail of my 5th birthday party but now, because time flies so quickly, I am beginning to remember more. Why does this scare me? Is it because time actually starts to become shorter as you get older? Is there some sort of fast forward button that you subconsciously push on the clock once you hit 18? I can remember Christmas 2007 like it was yesterday. I remember how it felt and who was sitting where and who did what and who got what. This is not like me. Half the time I can't remember if I changed my underwear much less what happened on Christmas. My mother told me to slow down and I what did I do, I went full speed ahead. Sometimes tossing aside things that mattered just so I could be more serious about life. So here we are. My nephew just turned 6 and was born yesterday. My niece is about to be 2 and was born 5 minutes ago. My sister is about to have her second child in 3 months; the same day I turn 27. Christmas will be here next Sunday and June 2009 will be here next month. It really does move by so quickly. If only there were one more hour in the day. One more hour to work out, to spend with friends, to stay at the beach. If there was only one more hour. If only I had listened to my mother.
Two days. Two days and we have officially begun our journey through half of a year.
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