When people of my demographic remark that something makes them “feel old,” I fully realize that such a hyperbole is somewhat misplaced, as twenty to thirty years of life hardly constitute “old.” However, I admit that this Summer has me recognizing the passing of the years in a very potent way.
It was just over two years ago that I reported on the absurd antics trying to secure a passport before leaving for Europe for the Summer. Two years ago to the day, I gave my first report of my semester in Florence.
And yet, most of that seems like yesterday.
Later in the Summer, I will be counseling at Harding University’s Honors Symposium, a program of which I am a 2005 alumnus. With the completion of the full circle of counseled to counselor, I am keenly aware of the progress of time.
Something to think about.
Where were you two years ago?
Look forward to seeing you at symposium! You’ll do a great job.
Two years ago, I was going exactly what I’m doing now: Taking a few days off between my summer jobs.
By: ME on Tuesday, May 26, 2009
at 4:48 pm
The summer of 2007 was between chorus trips… so I think I began my job in the recording office for Mr. Robison. Fun times but no windows that looked into the outside world. Definitely gloomy but a paycheck. Most grateful. And fun gadgets too!
By: Cousin-but-almost-Sister Jill on Wednesday, May 27, 2009
at 7:38 am
P.S. ~ I just realized that I had to look at my Facebook “Work Information” to figure that out. I think I am aging at an exponential rate. ;)
By: Cousin-but-almost-sister Jill on Thursday, June 4, 2009
at 6:41 pm