I read this in The Happiness Project and it really hit home for me. It seems like all of the sudden I realized that I am an adult. I'm married. I have a job. My friends are having kids...on purpose.
In general, I tend to think I have more perspective than the average person. My father is an ER doctor and growing up I heard stories so sad and so seemingly unfair that you can't believe they are true (let alone that anyone could work in that environment as long as he has). There is always a tiny little voice in the back of my head going "things could be worse."
But there are days where that voice is muffled. I'm plagued by self-doubt and whatever is happening at the moment seems so all encompassing that I can't let it go. I know that what seems insurmountable today will seem insignificant in a year, but I don't always shake it off as quickly as I would like.
The truth is, I've had a really good life and sadly over vacation I was reminded how precious that life is when one of my college friends suddenly passed away. Young, healthy, bubbly, vivacious and all of the sudden she was gone.
The days are long, but the years are short.
The years are precious.