In the past couple of days, time has caught up to me. That’s a weird way to phrase it, but I can’t come up with a way to say it clearer. It’s suddenly become clear just how quickly time is passing.

I went to the dentist today. I can hardly believe it’s been six months since I last went to the dentist and my first cavities were discovered. It seems like I’ve barely blinked in between visits.

That example probably seems like a stretch, but I went into the dentist with thoughts of time slipping by.

We opened the pool last weekend, and swim team practices started on Wednesday. These past few days I’ve caught up with tons of people I only see this time of year. It’s been wonderful. In a lot of ways, it feels like coming home.

I couldn’t get over just how old the kids have gotten. I first started working with the team four years ago. The youngest kids I coached are almost all nine now. They’re no longer in the youngest age group.

I started babysitting for some of our closest family friends when I was 11 (they were desperate one night, and then I turned into the semi-regular babysitter). Their second child is now 13, and entering her last year of middle school.

They’re all getting so old. Which must mean I’m getting old.

My mom always used to say, “I’m not old enough to have kids this old.” I finally understand what she’s getting at.

My physics professor told us that time really does pass faster as you get older because a year becomes less and less proportionally to the rest of your life as you get older.

This doesn’t really make me feel better. I don’t like this whole getting older thing or time passing faster thing. But that’s life.