There is a part of me that questions if it is really possible that the year is 2014. It seems like time has flown the last few years. My age, the year, it feels like time has escaped me somehow.

I suppose this is the first realization in getting older. Knowing that I can’t keep up is a difficult thought.

I don’t know how to swim. I don’t know what treading water is actually like, but I’d guess it is close to how I feel lately. Getting tired, just trying to keep my head up, to save myself from drowning. My legs feeling weighted, pulling me down.