quarter of a century

well, tomorrow is the big day. i will be turning 25 years old at around 8:30 tomorrow morning, and i am not looking forward to it at all. i'm sure everybody thinks i'm crazy, but i am kind of depressed about being 25. 25 used to seem so old to me, and now here i am. i guess the real reason that i'm depressed is because lately i've been realizing how fast time is going by. when i was a kid it seemed like time went by so slowly and i was always trying to hurry it along. i couldn't wait to turn twelve, and then i was really stoked to be sixteen, and then 18 was really cool. but then when i hit my twenties things kind of changed, which i know is silly and i shouldn't be feeling this way until i reach my 30's or 40's, but i honestly feel like the clock is ticking away. this year has flown by. my little niece, lucy, is going to be a year old tomorrow! that's insane to me, and i'm not even her mother. little brooklin is growing way too fast with the crawling and having to lower her bed and all of the other things that she's learning. i just wish time would slow down a little bit, and i didn't think that i would ever say that, especially at 25. that's something you hear your parents say. there's just something about turning 25 that's making me realize how precious time is, and it makes me want to sleep a little less and play a little more. so, i'd like to give a little advice: cherish every moment, even the cruddy ones, and don't wish for time to move faster, it will go by quick enough.