So yesterday was my birthday. I am now 31. For some reason thirty one seemed like a much bigger deal to me than 30. It has something to do with being closer to forty than 20 I think. I mean, it seems like just a few minutes ago that I was twenty. Just hanging out and getting drunk all the time with no responsibilities at all ( well, except for grades...). And if twenty was just a few minutes ago, does that mean that I am going to blink a little too long one of these days and WHAM!! I'm 40? That is a bit scary to me.
I asked my Mamaw at her 85th birthday party Saturday if time flew by for her like that. I hate to break it to you guys, but the answer was yes. My Mamaw apparently blinked one too many times and now she is 85.
Oh well, I guess that is life. The older you get the faster it goes. I was a little frightened to hear that that doesn't get any better as the years go by. But, at the same time I guess it is better to have the years go by quickly than to not have the years at all.
So happy birthday to me and many more. Even 40, 50, and 85...