The years are blending together
Does anyone else find the years are blending together? That you don't really remember what happened when? I think it's because when you get out of school there aren't the same markers anymore. Instead of, "I did that as a junior," now it's "That's the year I was laid off." The major events now define a year. So for instance, for me:
2009: The year I was finally settled after jumping around like a grasshopper.
2010: The year I started TSE. In October I sprained my ankle and in November/December I was laid off.
2011: The year I flew to NH to see Elizabeth Gilbert, was hired by a radiology website, Rosie graduated, Isaac got married, I split with my biz partner and created my own company.
2012: The year I moved out of my apartment, traveled to Austria and Italy, published my book, and moved again. Plus who knows what else.
What's funny is all the little things are still fuzzy. Like, when did I go to an Earth Day celebration in Berkeley? I suppose it doesn't really matter because all that's important is the event, not when it took place. Still, I like to be organized (even in my mind) and be able to place when they happened. It gives me a sense of comfort. It's also unnerving how little a year means. A year feels like no time at all versus when I was younger a year was FOREVER. As I said to a friend last night I think it's because when you're 5, one year is a fifth of your life. When you're 27, it's 1/27th. That's a big difference.
2009: The year I was finally settled after jumping around like a grasshopper.
2010: The year I started TSE. In October I sprained my ankle and in November/December I was laid off.
2011: The year I flew to NH to see Elizabeth Gilbert, was hired by a radiology website, Rosie graduated, Isaac got married, I split with my biz partner and created my own company.
2012: The year I moved out of my apartment, traveled to Austria and Italy, published my book, and moved again. Plus who knows what else.
What's funny is all the little things are still fuzzy. Like, when did I go to an Earth Day celebration in Berkeley? I suppose it doesn't really matter because all that's important is the event, not when it took place. Still, I like to be organized (even in my mind) and be able to place when they happened. It gives me a sense of comfort. It's also unnerving how little a year means. A year feels like no time at all versus when I was younger a year was FOREVER. As I said to a friend last night I think it's because when you're 5, one year is a fifth of your life. When you're 27, it's 1/27th. That's a big difference.