Oh time, you fickle thing

Happy Fridays, loves!

Today I met up with one of my good girlfriends from undergrad. She just moved to the city and I am so happy we live near one another again. It had been over a year since we last saw one another.

Which got me thinking about time and how fast it seems to fly. 

To preface this, I direly wish I was better at staying in contact with friends that don't live locally. I am horrible at writing emails and even remembering to text back (ask my local friends- it drives them nuts). 

It's not that I don't want to stay in touch- I desperately do. I just think technology wasn't meant to be this gals form of communication. I'm better at engaging face to face and giving you my full attention. Maybe it's the hippy in me, but staying connected with my phone is just plain hard for me and something I keep trying to work on. Does anyone else struggle with this?

There's that and then the fact that at the end of the day all I want to do is face plant into my pillow. So, I procrastinate on those emails and letters I know I want to send. 

But the thing is, once I do get in contact with my loved ones, I feel so much happier and full.

It's scary how fast time moves sometimes. It's been a year and a half since I've seen many of the people who changed my life in college and I miss them so. I can't believe so much space has slipped in where I used to see them everyday. 

I struggle with guilt that I haven't been a better communicator and then need to remember that we all lead busy lives. 

I need to simply pick up the pen, tap the keys or speak into the phone. After all, no matter how fast time flies it always seems like yesterday when you do finally connect. 

What can I say? You're a fickle thing, time.