just thinking . . . . . .

I’m old . . . . . . or I’m getting old . . . . . maybe just getting older . . . . . . Monday I’ll be 25, and I know that doesn’t sound old, but I feel old — especially when I’m seeing little kids I checked into preschool going into high school . . . . and kids in junior high getting married . . . . . and the youngest of my little sisters getting ready to go to college . . . . . . I feel old.  I know I’m not.  I just have seen a lot and done a lot and experienced a lot in 25 years.  I’m thankful for it.  It just seems like it’s all gone so stinkin’ fast.  I always knew it would.  I always respected the quickness of time.  Most people my age will say they never expected time to go so fast.  Well, I took all the adults’ word for it and believed that it kept getting faster.  So it really wasn’t a surprise when I went to bed as a ten-year-old kid and woke up yesterday about ready to turn 25.  But it’s still unsettling.  I have appreciated every moment of my life, even the bad times, even the down times, because they were all there for a reason.  I’m thankful for them.  And I’m even more thankful for the good times, of which there have been far more than I deserved.

I’m just thinking tonight as I’m getting ready to eat pizza with my family (it’s an early birthday party because I’m too busy to actually have a party on my birthday . . . . it’s been that way since we started Judgement House, and I wouldn’t want to spend my birthday getting ready for anything else!!).

Just thinking.

That’s all.

=D