They say once you hit 25 years old, the time seems to just fly past you. This is true. And I know why.
- When you’re a little kid, you look forward to staying up late.
- When you’re in elementary school, you look forward to art class, recess, Saturday morning cartoons.
- When you’re in junior high, you look forward to seeing that boy or girl you like in the hall and the end of the day.
- When you’re in high school, you look forward to the end of each class, to the parties on the weekends, and college.
- When you’re in college, you look forward to the next kegger, the end of the next paper, the end of a test, Thirsty Thursday, fall break, spring break, summer, to being a senior.
- When you’re in grad school, you look forward to finding your scene downtown, to going for long walks and talking intelligently with people who are interested in the same things that you are. And again, you look forward to breaks and summer etc.
But once you hit the real world…
You realize that there are no classes that you look forward to. You still live for the weekends, but the weekends are so short. There are no long breaks to look forward to, and really no end point to anything. That is why it is so important to like your job. You’re doing it 40 hours a week, almost 52 weeks a year, until you’re 65 (70 for the Gen-Y kids).
As a single adult, it’s hard to find things to look forward to. Currently, I am looking immediately forward to the following:
- The weekend
- My cousin’s baby shower
- Meeting my friend’s baby
- Seeing Mike in 2 weeks
- Doing my darn laundry
Is that sad?
Long term, I look forward to:
- Having Mike with me on more than just the weekends
- Moving out of my apartment
- Moving into a house
- Getting that passion for writing back
- Being able to forget sometimes
The long term is so far away. The point is that you look forward to things as a kid, and that just makes time drag. When you’re in a whirlwind adulthood and you’re constantly focusing on the now and making yourself better each day, you kind of lose track of time. Hell, it’s the middle of summer and I’m not even sure how we got here. It’s crazy. Time really does fly.