Oh, boy. You know how they say that once you graduate high school, everything feels like it was just yesterday? (Which, y’all, is sooo many lessons in and of itself.)
I had a teacher in high school that used to tell me that pretty regularly. I’ll be honest here, I’d just laugh at him and say, “Sure thing,” not really wanting to believe that time passes quickly. And he would just smile, sit back in his chair with his hands folded and say, “You’ll see.”
I was in my teeny-bopper years, probably around fifteen or so, when my teacher made it a point to teach me and my classmates that lesson.
And. It. Feels. Like. It. Was. Just. Yesterday.
Another Year in the Books
Today, friend, I turn twenty-five. The ol’ quarter of a century. Halfway to fifty. And let me tell you, it really is hard to believe it has been ten years or more since my teacher pointed out that time passes faster than you think it does. I’ve spent the last few years with eyes wide in horror realizing that my teacher was right. Lesson=learned.