I guess it is September already. Summer is officially over, although since we started back to school in the beginning of August, it already feels like a long time ago. Trips were taken, food was eaten, and this summer was, in general, a really good time. I’m so glad Joy and Tracy suggested creating a summer bucket list, it got me super pumped and I’m happy to report that I checked (almost) everything off that list.
As a kid, I always enjoyed having a September birthday. I got all the benefits of having a summer birthday, backyard bbqs or parties in the park, while also celebrating in school. There was something so special about classroom cupcakes and the teacher leading us all in song.
This year, I’d rather crawl in a very dark cave, eat an enormous amount of cake and champagne, and emerge without anyone noticing that I, Gwen Edwards, am 30 years old. And for those that know me, this just isn’t right. You see, I’m one of those people that loves a good birthday party, would never pass up a chance to blow out the candles and make another wish. And I won’t bore you with the usual cliches, “Oh, I feel so old!”, “Geez, I can’t believe my 20s are over!” No, you see, that’s just not what’s bothering me at all.
It’s just that, damn, what happened to those 30 years? It’s a shock to the system to think, really consider, how many years it’s been since I played softball, rode a roller coaster, saw my aunts and uncles, or went fishing. Time. Time. Time. It jut goes and goes and has no feeling at all. It selfishly rolls on and over my 30 birthday wishes, never stopping to ask me how I’m doing, no.
I don’t have a problem with getting older. I just have a problem with time. Stop time, please, I need to finish my book, call my best friend, plan better lessons, cook my grandma’s chicken and dumplings. I need to travel the world, have kids, start a business, write a book. But time is unmerciful, moving past me everyday without even a word or a smile.
When will it be too late? Time is surely not waiting around for me. I’ve gotta do those things I need to do, whether time likes it or not. Can I keep up with time? Probably not, but I’ll not wait around for time to keep passing me by.
Here’s to 30 more.