Time, Day 6

I've realized this past year that, however cliche it may sound, time is precious. My time in England flew by me so quickly that I find myself questioning whether those seven months actually happened. Time, I've realized, goes by too quickly.

I was looking at some old baby photos that were stuffed in the back of my sister's closet. It was funny to look at them in chronological order, to watch as different versions of myself appeared before my eyes:

Time goes by and these big changes happen; we grow up, we get taller, we start walking, talking, going to school, making friends, falling in love. Isn't it funny that all of these things happen in small increments, that there's no precise moment we can say we feel older than three years before. It just continues to happen, this growing up, this change. It isn't until I looked back at these photos that I realized this; that each day we grow up a little more, learn something. I think that's why growing up scares me so much. I've hit a point where childhood no longer seems never ending. It has ended and the past will only continue to travel farther and farther away from me.

I've often struggled with not embracing things in the moment. I seem to be grateful for things long after they have passed me by. My uncle Andrew once told me to start living in the moment and though I've tried, it's harder than it sounds. But while I'm working on living in the moment, I'm going to try to at least slow down and embrace each day and everything it has to offer. I'm afraid I might miss something if I don't.