When I was little, time moved very, very slowly. I couldn't wait to grow up and do the things that everyone tells you that you're not old enough yet to do. I don't ever find myself wishing that I was a kid again, because I really do enjoy being an adult (including all of the responsibility that goes along with it), but as I continue to get older, time seems to be speeding up. Sometimes I feel like I'm just rolling down a big hill and the momentum keeps gaining as I go. Of course, I want time to go quickly right now until Matt gets home, but I'm talking in more general terms. Even the last six weeks have really flown by, and I have no idea why. It seems like one day I wake up and it's Monday, then all of the sudden it's Sunday again. I have a feeling time isn't going to slow down and that I'm going to keep tumbling down that hill.
Right now I feel like my life is just on idle, waiting until Matt's out of the Navy so I can push the "pause" button again and get my career back on track. I don't regret a minute of it, though. :)
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It's interesting that Matt feels the same way. I wonder if the perceived speed of time is at all proporational with age. I suppose you can't really measure it, but something else to think about!
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