It was just a month ago that Suzi and I were cutting down last year’s remnants of the bushes in front of our house.
In the weeks since then, we’ve noticed new, green growth replacing the brown, but all of a sudden, I looked out the window to see everything fully grown.
While I wish I could say I’m thinking of the new growth and regeneration as the metaphor, it’s more the suddenness on my mind over having just turned 48.
“47. Time flies. — As if I needed any proof, I’m 47 today.“
‘Forty-seven thoughts for 47 years,’ May 30, 2019
In a couple weeks, my high school graduation will have been 30 years ago.
It has been 26 years since I finished college, 24 since I left graduate school.
My 18th wedding anniversary is in July.
Like the bushes in front of my house being in full bloom, all of those seem like they just happened. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into years, almost without me noticing.
Now here we are, and not only am I not completely sure how I got here, I have no idea what’s next.
I feel like I have a lot more life to live, and a lot more left to do, but as fast as time has gone, am I’m going to wake up and all of a sudden I’m 55, 60, 75 … whatever … and wonder how it all happened?