My god, but the years are racing by.

I was talking with my friend Sean a week or two back, and it occurred to me that we met our first day at college, 25 years ago. How is that possible? I look at Riley, almost 10, and I think about seeing an old client at the airport recently and asking how his kids are. His son’s starting high school. He was 2 when we started working together.

And I got nostalgic, just a bit, for easy college days. But then, they were every bit as stressful as today, weren’t they? Just for different reason. Tests, girls, girls. Tests.

25 years on and I wish I could go back with all the wisdom and perspective those 25 years have earned, and enjoy it in a different way, worry less, soak in more. Not to know the future, just to know myself better.

I’m stressed out again at work, and just now I got to wondering what my 60 year old self would say to me now. I’m sure he’d chuckle knowingly, give me a pat on the back and say ‘relax.’ I know what Traci would say…it all works out, it always does. And she’s right.

The years are racing by, but right now, in this moment, all is right, so I’ll grab onto that today.