ramblings of 32

And so it is. Somehow, I am officially 32 years old. Somehow, John and I have been together for 10 years. Somehow, that carefree "I have my entire life ahead of me" spirit sounds more like "I still don't know what I want to do and time is just going faster!" Seems all very dramatic, I realize. But it's true. I've developed some sort of anxiety about how quickly time passes. It has absolutely nothing to do with getting older, though. Instead, I've developed this deep-rooted awareness of how precious and irreplaceable time is that makes me questions whether or not I'm truly getting the most out of every single moment. Luckily, I live my life pretty full speed...