I've been in a really interesting mental space lately. Days go by when it feels like I'm almost an observer, while simultaneously experiencing life as it happens.
Then, tonight, I sat down to do something for Hunter's school and put on R.E.M.'s "Out of Time" album, and it might as well have been 1991. I couldn't feel the difference! It made me think about how strange time is...and how quickly it passes...and how much I haven't appreciated it as it happens.
I'm getting closer to the midway point of life, and frankly, it won't do anymore to postpone goals or experiences, telling myself that "life is long," or "I will work on that in a few years, when the kids are all grown." Hannah won't be grown for 15 more years, and...well, I'm not waiting to get going until then. I can't actually say that I have some big goals or plans that I've been pushing off. I just know that if needs doing, "Now is the best time of [my] life!"
