How did we get to March 9th so quickly?

Almost everyone on my teams at work will tell you I rarely know what the correct day of the week is. I simply just go about a task list working to make sure the ever-changing list of items is complete. Today however, I realized while staring at my iPhone and testing and application, that the iCal app said today was the 9th. I sat staring at the little phone for a bit and then realized it was March 9th and even beyond that, it was 2010. When did that happen?

I remember writing a story when I was in the 4th grade about how old I would be when we flipped to the year 2000. I was going to be 28 years old and I was sure we would all be able to fly by then so a great deal of my short story had roots in this ability.

This afternoon as I sit here realizing it is 2010, I am 38 years old. We still can't fly. I'm disappointed. It would save me a lot of time getting to work and home if we could have figured out the flying on a personal hover-craft by now. Hmmmm. Maybe by the time I am 48? Oh who cares. I am retiring at 50 so why would I want the last 2 years to be a commuting breeze?

I digress....

I hate that time goes so quickly. I worry about getting older. I don't want to be old. I don't want physical ailments. I want a lifetime of moments with Jenn and anything less than a million years is too short.

I'm almost 40. I have always thought it would be difficult for me to take but today I realize that while I can't stop it from happening, I will embrace it because 50 is just around the corner and that seems far worse.