Fly Like An Eagle
It’s hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that this year marks fifteen years since I graduated from high school. Fifteen. I’m really old enough to say something like that. It’s just one of the many things that are falling into the “it’s been that long?” category for me these days. Movies, TV shows, music I like, all sorts of stuff. It’s crazy to hear a song I like and realize that it’s twenty fucking years old. It’s crazy because it’s one of those things where you wake up one day and realize that it’s fifteen, twenty years later. I remember going to so many movies with my best friend when we were in high school, and that was over fifteen years ago. I woke up one day and I was in my thirties. How did that happen? I don’t always feel that grown up, but here I am, a month or so from turning 33 and paying bills and rent and a car payment and such. You’re right where your parents were when you were a teenager going “I remember when I was your age and the Beatles and the Rolling Stones were brand new”. It’s mind blowing really. Blink and you miss it. All of it. Then you realize that time keeps on slippin… slippin… and, well, you know how that story goes.
PS – enjoy the trip in the wayback machine that my friend Jen found for me a few months back and shared with me on Facebook in the featured image for this post. The fun part (or is it sad? I’m not sure) is that I look pretty much the same. Bit older, bit fatter, but that’s still me. Seriously, mind blowing.
(Honest truth: I don’t think I’ll be going all Grey’s Anatomy on you and naming every post after a song when I write a post like they name every episode after a song. Thing is, when I was thinking about the general theme to this post, that stupid line from that Steve Miller Band song kept playing in my head, so I had to roll with it) — totally lied. Going with the song titles thing. I can’t help myself.