A continuation....

This post will kind of expand on the last one. The passage of time. There's a reason for this. This past weekend I met up with old roommates and friends down at A&M to watch the Ags beat up (sloppily) Baylor. These friends would help shape me throughout college and today still have an impact on my life. I just can't imagine 10 years have passed from when my parents dropped me off and moved me in the dorm. Freshman year was filled with confusion, excitement, good times and bad, independence, and wanting to have support. It's probably the same for every freshman. There were memorable moments with road trips, meeting new friends, starting a college education. There were moments I would probably prefer to forget: roommate having sex in the bunk bed above me or the amount of time I spent in the library studying (I was truly a perfectionist). There are moments that I wish just didn't happen. I wasn't involved with the construction of Bonfire. That being said it truly made for a sombering moment on our campus. It's never a good thing when someone dies. There's just something a bit more heart wrenching when it involves a tradegy that affects the lives of the young.

They say college is the best time of your life. Well it's definitely not the worst. The best is debateable. I'll only know as the years tick by and the other experiences I gain. I'll have to say your 20's aint bad. Bringing home (or apartment) an income, becoming truly independent, and still having a sense of adventure is pretty hard to beat.

These college friends I visited over the weekend, and those that weren't there are truly important in my life. I've started to refind my faith over the past year. The one thing that the various books I've read has touched me, is just how important a sense of community is. It's important to be surrounded by others. It's better to be surrounded by those that really know what makes you, you.

We reminsiced over the weekend. Rehashed inside jokes, and new ones were definitely made. Here are a few of the highlights:
- One of us (not me) getting annoyed with the hotel receptionist at 3 in the morning
- Being unecessarily loud at Taco Cabana
- Drinking and then spilling Mexican martinis on one another
- Getting a waitress to sing to us (why she chose Beyonce's "Ego" is beyond me)

10 years before college I was 8. That's wild. 10 years from now I'll be 39. I can't even imagine what can transpire through those years.

So the other day I turned 29.

Definitely an adult, but some days I still don't feel that way. I'd have to say most days. I wear hoodies, I surf the web, I'm in school. Then again those hoodies are from JCrew, the web surfing is mainly news sites (Wall Street, Drudge Report) and school is my pursuit of an MBA.

There's that saying that as you get older time moves faster. I truly believe it. I don't know why it works out that way. Last I checked there are still 24 hours in a day and 365 days a year. Most days still mirror those of your growing up years. School is replaced with work. Evening time is filled with homework, catching up with friends, the gym, and now and then the occasional tv show. Free time is filled with vacations that are no longer road trips with the family but trips with friends.

I can say I've had a good 29 years, and hopefully many more to come. As a perfectionist though I feel that I could do better. I look at young entrepreneurs and the wealth they have created and am envious. I look at my free time and wonder why I can't just use that time to plug away at learning a new skill (cooking, guitar, foreign currency trading, something). I understand its good to let the body and mind take a break, but now and then I wish I was more effective with my free time.

A lot is going to happen in my 29th year. I should finish my MBA and as a result start a new career that appears as of now to require a move. I will become an uncle for the fourth time. While not set in stone, I should be setting my foot on a continent I've never been to. Exciting times for sure, but the core remains. I'm still a child in a more adult body (lets be honest I can still pull off looking 22). I think one of the great compliments ever directed at me was my summer spent in NYC. I was 21 and in love with a city. I was walking after work to a subway station with a late 20 year old female in the creative department. She's said something like "Dave, New Yorkers don't walk like you." Me, "What do you mean?" "You look up at the skyline and not down at the sidewalk. You take in the city for what it is."

When did those New Yorkers start to ignore the skycrapers and their beautiful and unique architecture? Watching my niece and nephews grow up, its amazing to see how a child takes everything in with clear eyes and a fresh mind. When people age, I think most of us lose our sense of wonder. Everyone should now and then just take a minute and think about what is before them (good example: www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOtEQB-9tvk ). That beside belongings, that people you meet all have stories to share and lessons to learn from. I will still have many growing/maturing experiences to come, but pretty confident part of my inner child will remain.

In undergrad, I loved discovering new musicians. I don't do that well of a job anymore, but I have a couple close friends that still help me out. Here's some songs I've had on repeat:

Citizen Cope "Sideways"
Damien Jurado "Johnny Go Riding"
Foreign Born "Union Hall"
Ghostland Observatory "The Band Marches On"
Iron and Wine "The Trapeze Swinger"
Johnny Cash "I Hung My Head"
Josh Ritter "Girl in the War"
Kid Cudi "Pursuit of Happiness"
The Knux "Cappuccino"
One Eskimo "Kandi"
Paulo Nutini "Candy"
Phoenix "1901"

So I never write on this thing anymore. But class is about as exciting as, well...well this is really boring. So Ashley and Lulu wanted me to post something. Here it is.