Time

Writing on the ground. In Boston's Faneuil Hall.

Age is just a number.

  
   I turned 25 last month on the 18th.  Each year I expect to feel something on my birthday; a full body tingle, perhaps, that magically matures you a year.  Alas, the big day past feeling like any other (besides the extra attention and gifts of course).
  The Engineer is eight years older than me (technically, right now the numbers would make it 7, as he likes to point out).  We both live by the philosophy in the second photo above... you are only as old as you feel, so depending on the day we're either about 18 or 26.  At times it is hard to just live without the burden of the ticking clock and societal pressures.  You should have a better job by now, where is your savings, why are you still renting not buying, must have kids by 30...
   Mostly, I'm just trying to spend my time wisely these days. Invest more minutes in the hobbies and people I love, while weeding out the, well, weeds.  Twenty five is going to be wonderful; I am anxiously excited for this 'next chapter' of my life.

It's funny, Peter Pan and Alice in Wonderland are two of my favorite stories, even as an adult.  It just occurred to me, while posting these two pictures, that they both involve manipulation of time. Maybe I want to stay young and limitless forever...