i don't know if i've ever posted this piece of information about my life, but i'm in the education field. higher education specifically. like clock work every year, i get older and the students keep getting younger. it's also probably one of the reasons i have a hard time remembering how old i am. i don't feel old and i don't think i look old, but since i turned twenty-six i've had a hard time remembering how old i am. thirty was easy to remember. and this year i turned thirty-three.
why is getting older so weird?
do we only see others as getting older and feel like our age is standing still?
i do think that's one of the curses of working in education.
students in this year's freshman class were born in 2000. Y-2-K. how is that even possible??
in the year 2000 i turned fifteen years old. i was a freshman in high school in the spring and a sophomore in the fall. i lived for summers filled with friends and spending time outside walking down the dirt road we lived on. i enjoyed fighting with my brother and playing with our dalmatian puppy. i had given little thought or concern to college.
eighteen years later and i have an associate degree, bachelors degree and masters degree. i've been married for three years. i have a loving husband and two crazy cats. i have wonderful parents. a brother, sister-in-law, a niece and two nephews that are hilarious and lovely. i have a job that is challenging and that keeps every day interesting. i have a life that i could have never imagined, but one that i wouldn't trade for anything.
at fifteen years old i'm not sure what i imagined my life would be, but i'm more blessed than i could ever dream and i am so thankful.
happy fall everyone.
