One to Seventy

This past weekend I attended two birthday parties, one for a young 'un in the church who turns one on Tuesday, and another for my Papaw, who turns seventy today. My Grandaddy also turned seventy this month. My sister turned seventeen. My uncle turned forty-something (how horrible am I for not knowing exactly how old???) And honestly, they are all the same as they were the day before their birthdays. 364-days-old to 365-days-old did not change baby Isaac, nor did sixty nine years to seventy years change either of my grandparents. But somewhere along the line, all of these people aged and nobody saw it happening, not really. I turned twenty on my last birthday, but I feel like I just turned 14 the year before. I mean I remember the birthday party in great detail. All of the girls from the church came over for a sleepover and my mom and dad gave me a white teddy bear and my mom cried more than she did when I became a teenager, and I was the first to fall asleep because as it turns out I've always been the old lady in the group. 

I guess I've said all this to say, time flies. With all of these birthdays, such a wide variety of ages, my head is spinning. Sometimes I like to be all philosophical and think about how time doesn't really exist, that its just something humans invented and how no wonder time flies if it doesn't even exist! But then, my head hurts so badly. So I have to stop thinking about it.But if time passes so quickly and we don't feel any different from one day to another, when do we change? When did I stop feeling like a fourteen year old and start feeling like a twenty year old? (Ha. I rarely feel twenty, most of the time its eighty or sixteen ;))

I'm just thinking, I have five semesters of college under my belt and one week of the sixth semester and I want to quit so badly I think it would blow all of your minds if you knew how badly I want to quit. (No worries though! I'm just dreaming, I would never quit). I'm just burnt out, and the first week of Block I was enough to send anyone (I believe) into absolute emotional distress. When I realize though, how quickly the past two and a half years have gone by, I am quick to come to the conclusion that the next year and a half will be just a blink of the eye. Which is awesome, but.....

How fickle can I be? I want the next year and a half to fly by! I don't even want to know it happens, but I want time to slow down too. I want to enjoy this next year and a half. I want to have fun. I want to spend time with my family and with the people I love. I want to enjoy being engaged. (I feel a really good argument for me quitting school coming on haha). I don't want to miss out on everything good that is going to happen just to get to the next great thing. Life shouldn't work like that. But how do you stop it?

Because before you even realize that you are one-year-old, you are seventy.