time crunch.

Lately I've been wondering where all my time goes. Its already June and I'm not entirely sure how I got here. When I was younger, time flew when I was having fun...now its just flying. Out the window.

In high school, I woke up at the crack of dawn to straighten my frizzy fro into a more acceptable mini-fro. After school I had sports or student council. I didn't work (thanks, mom and dad), but I had all the time in the world for corn field beer drinkin' (sorry, mom and dad), SAT prep, or driving around in Amanda's egg-shaped car. In college, I worked three jobs, went to school full-time, and was an officer in sorority. I still had plenty of party time. Now, I barely wake up a half hour before work, sit at a desk for 8 hours, workout for 1 hour, and try to get some "life" in until bedtime. This usually includes grooming of some sort and primetime television. My days are zapped, but i'm not doing anything.

Perhaps because I'm no longer working towards something? Probably. But we'll get to that later. :)

What's most frustrating is, I'm not only lacking time, I'm lacking memories. Fun stories about my weekend. Things to joke about on FB. Pictures. Am I to believe that those times are over? Are we at the age where we find happiness in the every day, day to day? Well, I'm not sold.

Sure I enjoy a nice lie-in day. I like sleepy time and fat pants. Who doesn't? But I still feel the need for a bit of excitement. Changing of scenery, going to the city, dinners with friends, new projects, etc. I'm willing to accept that my nights in three-inch heels (and three-inch makeup) are over (yay! I've paid my debt to the dangerous/ridiculous/pointless/painful shoe gods), but I need to figure out how to stretch my time, because there's still plenty of life to be livin'.