Our family celebrated birthdays over the weekend and though we didn’t celebrate my birthday, I thought about how fast birthdays seem to be coming. I remember birthdays going so “slow” as a child. It seemed like years between 12 and 13 years old and decades between 17 and 18 years old. Of course, I felt like I had lived a century by the time my 21st birthday finally arrived.
Since then, my birthdays seemed to have gradually picked up “speed.” It’s kind of like that 3 pounds a year I gained between 30 and 50 years old. Imperceptible one year at a time, but shockingly obvious 20 years down the road. Now the birthdays are coming so fast I can still taste last year’s birthday cake.
The 24 hours of each day that I experienced at 15 years old is still the same 24 hours I experience today. But now each day has more meaning because of what I’ve experienced along the way. At 15, my biggest stress was finishing my Geometry homework. Now I have my cholesterol, my financial future, my children and dozens of other things to worry about. But the biggest difference, is now I contemplate my pain and my losses and it puts a completely different spin on what’s truly important in my life. Continue reading “Birthdays Come Faster Every Year”