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Now I am twenty.

Now it is the tenth year into the millennium.

Life would appear to fly. . .  and with the end of the year it seems like the only thing we can really do is count milestones.  Question that we have to ask ourselves then, is what are the milestones?

Are the milestones our accomplishments in life?  Are they the little things that we do because we want to try it all before we die?   Or are the milestones more linear, less stratified.  Our spiritual health at the end of year?  How do you measure that really?  Are the milestones symbols of our relationships?  Of how we progress within them?  That would almost seem impossible.  Friendships grow, and others fade.  How do you chalk them up as successful or unsuccessful?  And really, is there such a thing as an unsuccessful friendship?

Those are the thoughts that really come to mind when I consider this last year of my life.

I can hope that I'm wiser, more mature, now that another year has gone by.   But really,  I've don't have any real good way of measuring that.  I feel like I've seen more,  so I've had more experiences,  but I'm not entirely sure how they have changed who I am.  

I'm confused.

Time needs to slow down, so I can find my feet again.

= ,  I guess this isn't the usual happy post about the last year.  But I couldn't write that right now for some reason.  I'll write it later.