They say it speeds up the older you get.
And for the most part, I agree.
But then there are those random instances where you think of an event, and go, “there is no way it’s been ____ day/months/years/whatever.” I had one of those this week.
We traveled to Ohio this past weekend for a family gathering, and while out and about on Saturday, Jim popped in Daughtry. Released just before Thanksgiving 2006, this album was played constantly in my car that winter.
A crystal-clear memory is driving through (read: getting lost in) the middle-of-nowhere-west-central Ohio on the way to my sweet friend Melissa’s baby shower, with track 4, “Over You,” on repeat. (Why? I dunno. I just really like the song….) I eventually made it to the shower, which was so special and so much fun, and handed Melissa a card that said “so glad you’re doing this first; I’ll need all the help I can get in October.”
Melissa was the first – and only – person I got to share the sweet news of my first pregnancy with.
The very next day, I miscarried. Sitting in the West Auditorium of Westgate Chapel with my dear friend Lisa, I just knew “this isn’t my period. This is something altogether bigger and I’m just so sad.”
That was four years and an entire lifetime ago. Naive little twenty-six-year-old me. If only you’d know what heartaches and joys were ahead…. But that isn’t how it works, is it?
I’ve been in a ginormous funk for a few months. I needed to revisit this place – February 2007 – this past week to gain some perspective. I needed to realize that I will have a similar “moment” in February 2015 (holy cow, that is weird to type!) when I think, “naive little thirty-year-old…..if only you’d known…”
Tick, tock, tick, tock. Time is gonna keep passing, Monica. Stay in the moment, and suck all the life out of each day that you can.