When I was young....er
When I was younger I remember time dragging, summers were eternal, and the year seemed never ending. Now a days I feel rushed, time constantly tapping its impatient foot at me. This year I can't even remember happening, it all went too fast. I swear it was just summer, I just turned 24, I just started this job. But wait, I didn't just turn 24, and I have been at the same job for almost two years. I constantly feel like I am running toward some goal, or rather that some goal is being pushed upon me. Perhaps it's my biological clock ticking, but at 24 I hope not. I can't pinpoint what it is but I feel like I am waiting for something, something to come and show me the way. Now that the holidays are coming I feel that they are just a landmark to remind you where you are in life, asking you questions you tried all year to avoid: Are you financially secure? How is your love life? How is your family? Have you achieved your goals you gave yourself this year? Are you happy? All these questions race around you while you pick out that perfect cheese grater your buying your aunt sue, and you wonder why you feel like time is clawing at you.