Tick Tock

Cardigan: c/o Jane; Dress: Ann Taylor; Heels: c/o Lulu*s; Necklace: c/o One Necklace

My colleague today, at the end of the work day, expressed that at the speed these days are passing by, it'll be no time before she's dead. 

I can't help but agree. What is it about getting older that seems to put time on warp speed? I don't want these weeks to fly by like they are mere days. I feel like everything is a blur, like cars whipping by on the freeway - out of focus and momentary. The beginning of 2014 has been particularly rapid. It has been a month since we got engaged, Ben's turning 25 near the end of the month, we're approaching the end of the first year of medical school (woohoo!), and we've been in Portland for about 8 months and I've been at my new job for over 2 months! These months have felt like hours.

I went out to drinks with Jane today after work and found myself rushing from work to the bar, enjoying a lovely conversation and cocktails, and then rushing home to make sure I edited the blog, got ready for bed in time to not be tired tomorrow, showered, spent quality time with Ben and the cat, and harvested my wheat on my new farming game (go ahead and judge me people). I feel breathless as I write this post - one more thing checked off of a full day that seems like it'll be gone in an instant. Another night where my head hits the pillow and soon enough it'll be June, November, 2015!

Perhaps it's just because I am going through a lot right now - coming into my own at my new job, making friends in Portland, trying new bars and restaurants, getting things planned for the wedding, and trying to squeeze in this blog in the in between moments.  But I do think that feeling so full of activity is a good thing. It means that I am enjoying, exploring. Not just waiting for time to pass while parked on the couch. Yet the loveliness of all these collective moments are hard to let go to the whirring of time. They seem to be becoming memories before my eyes and I feel the need to sit down for a day or two and just absorb them. Perhaps this is why people scrapbook or journal - to remember those days that can turn into one churning year in better detail.