When I was young, adults always told me that I should enjoy my youth because it slips away like grains of sand through your fingers. I never really knew how painfully true that is.
How I went from this carefree party girl who was so involved in just hanging out with my friends and living every second of my life without abandon. I was all about taking risks, with my hair (love it short), clothes, accessories, and experiences.
To this pregnant mama who was blissfully unaware of how her life was about to change...who could only see a beautiful and hopeful future.
To the terrified new mother of a newborn who had an affinity for bouts of crying and a distaste for anything resembling sleep.
To falling in-love with this tiny little girl who would teach me more about myself then I ever cared to know.
And to the mother of a bright, well-adjusted child who has none of the traits of a serial killer.
Time really does slip away from us. I think of all the things I put off: I should call my old bff from high school and catch up, maybe grab lunch. I should invite all my girlfriends out to dinner, I haven't seen them in a while. I should call my cousin on the phone and see how her wedding plans are going and if I can help out. When was the last time I spoke to my brother? But it's always the same thing: Not now. I'm too busy. I don't have the time. I'll do it tomorrow. And a day goes by...a week passes...the month is out...a year is gone and I haven't connected to the people I love in a meaningful way. It's sad how fast time goes, but I can make the most of it by not putting off the things that are really important. I don't want it to be a lifetime of, "I'll get around to it"