Time is a funny thing lately. Well, more like a scary thing. It has been on my mind a lot-- how quick it goes, how it sneaks up on you, how time can change many things over the course of a year even when it seems like you are standing still.
I remember the very first time I had the whisper of an anxiety attack. It stemmed from feeling like I didn't have enough hours to get everything done and packed before a weekend trip out of town. Since that point I've learned to deal with that feeling (pretty well I might add) but now and again it rears its ugly head. Lately it's not so much this feeling as a marveling at how time flew and how I got to be where I am right now in my life. I know this feeling will be ever more prevalent once we welcome this baby into the world. My dad always says that he blinked and suddenly I was graduating high school.
I can hardly believe that I have been working in Philly for two years now. It seems like just last week (cliché I know) that husband and I were talking over this decision. A major life move decided while on vacation in Santa Fe. Would we have made it knowing all the stress and frustration that came out of it? Sometimes I don't know. However, when I'm at my best I like to think that the hardest things bring the most wonderful things. As they say, no pain no gain.
Time flies which can feel scary (really, really scary). I often want to yell, "stop, stop you are going too fast!" But when I look over the past decade or so, I not only see the tears shed but making best friends, seeing beautiful places, reaching goals, having celebrations and, most of all, the love I have to show for it all. Time brings all of this so I guess it ain't so bad. But, seriously, can you please not go too fast over the next few months? We really need to get a lot done before this baby comes. Seriously. Not joking. Thanks.
