Time Flies

As I've continued the journey of Independent Adulthood over the past few months, I'm now beginning to understand why parents always say, "Oh, the times just flies by as you get older." Although I've made the effort to mark each week with a notable event, whether it's going to the U.S. Whitewater National Center, interpreting a new rule as promulgated by the Federal Reserve and friends, visiting new coffee places on reconnaissance for a new "spot," or pausing to speak and get to know the homeless person that stands outside my office building everyday, I've nonetheless faced the challenge of understanding where I've been and mapping out where I'm headed. 

There is something special about the academic school year with its designated start and end dates, giving definition to the passing of seasons and, more generally, the passage of time. It was time, structured. Now, time just flies with each week's assembly of routines from the Monday morning assignments to the Tuesday networking coffees to the Wednesday "hump day" memes to the Thursday night drinks to the often struggle that is Friday afternoon as deadlines and the weekend approach. Saturdays are meant for errands and some time to relax while Sundays are spent logging on from home to get ahead of the work week which will soon enough leave you behind. 

Mind you, my life has direction, but it's no longer a straight line. And I imagine that's true for just about everyone as we step off the graduation stage in our cap and gown with diploma in hand. 

It's not necessarily harder, but it is different. Life simply requires that we adjust.