As I “grow up” (a very loose term mind you) I see a lot of things in a different light. I look back over the last few years and realize the rapid rate in which life is happening only seems to be speeding up, like a hamster on crack running in perpetual circles on its wheel. Ok, maybe it’s not that psychotic, but you get the idea. It’s moving quickly, so quickly in fact, I woke up the other morning and realized that I live in LA, with my husband, in our own apartment, with no one but ourselves to blame for our life choices and circumstance. If you had told my 20 year old self this would be my current fate, I probably would have laughed in your face and ran like hell (commit-a-phobia pulsed rapidly through my veins at that age).
Don’t get me wrong, I love where I am at in life, LA and marriage are pretty rad, and I am excited for the future to turn into the present and so on and so forth. However, I am not here to lecture you on how time moves so quickly and we must “cherish every moment”, which is a beautiful idea that I whole heartedly believe in and am still trying to figure out, I will let you work that all out for yourselves; at least for today, who knows, I may bore you to tears with sentiment yet… or has that already happened? At any rate, this is more about the concept of growing up and the bizar reality of it.
Drew called his Grandmother (seriously one of the cutest woman alive! Her spirit and joy in life is contagious) the other day because it was her 70th birthday (sorry Grandma Kathy, you look amazing, so don’t fret, age is just a number). While chatting with her about life and all of its happenings she paused and then said, “I can’t believe I’m 70! It all went so fast”. 70! So fast!? That is mind blowing isn’t it? What’s even more mind blowing is my Grandfather who is nearly 90 and feels the same way. The man watches golf on mute for a hobby, still hangs out with his friends by the pool in their Floridian community and plays a mean hand of Egyptian Rat Screw. Both Grandma K and Grandpa Z have seen the world turn on its head. The triumphs and failures of each generation. It’s inspiring just to think about.
But that’s life isn’t it? You adapt, going with the tides as they change. Then, one day, you realize you are on a shore unfamiliar, but it’s just the next step, so you continue on. It’s terrifying and exciting, full of wonder and furry.
Life will continue. I will become a real “grown up” someday… maybe. And I will see you, a friend on the street, we will say our hellos, and reminisce about all the wonder, all the failure, all of things that time has brought to pass, and in the end we will say, “I can’t believe how fast it all went”.