Last night I hung out with my good friend Diana. She’s on vacation passing through Atlanta. We go way back, all the way to day 1 at Penn. Freshman year hall mates. It’s crazy to think that we’ve known each other for five years now. I really don’t know where the time has gone. The past several years feel like a blur, yet in the moment life can feel gruelingly long. Like at my cubicle right now, for example. The perception of time is totally different now than before. Middle school felt tortuously long, and high school was similar. College felt a bit quicker, but still slow-paced and I took things day-by-day. But now working life puts the accelerator to the floor. Now I’m taking things week-by-week, just grinding away on the weekdays and coming home exhausted. Then relax and enjoy the very short weekend, then back to the grind. It’s been a year of this already, yet it still feels so new and foreign to me. The idea of burning weeks of my life away doesn’t settle well with me; I need to make each day just a little more worthwhile. Spending time with Diana certainly made yesterday worthwhile. ^_^