i think about the concept of time a lot, or the feeling of time more then the actual concept of it. like, when i saw this picture i realized that this girl is two and that she sat at my softball game last night and yelled "go kate!" but that i held this girl within minutes of her birth. it's contradicting in my mind. time is either much too slow or much too fast and i often find myself not understanding the balance between anticipation and patience and not wanting to use the phrase "yesterday". i guess i'm also contradicting. i'm either much too slow or much too fast. i never keep a pace, i've never kept a pace. i tell myself it will come with age or kid's or a diploma. but i'm not going to bank on it.