Let me explain. I have this app on my phone, called Big Day Countdown, where I plug in a date that's important to me and it will either tell me how many days till the event or how many days it's been since the event. I love this app.
For example I love knowing that Tarzan (the musical I am in) is only 28 days away. I love knowing that Noah (my boyfriend) and I have been together for 70 days. I think in a way it brings me comfort. Comfort in knowing that I have things to look forward too. Or knowing that each day that goes by is meaningful in some way.
People I know tease with me saying I know precisely how many days until each exciting event. Every saturday at work the women always asked me how many more days until christmas... and I always had an answer. "Ten" I'd say with a grin! "Three!" I'd say with even more excitement the next saturday.
Looking deeper at this need, to keep track of the days, makes me realize that I am waiting. Waiting for days that I build up to be something special in my head. Like Christmas, my birthday, a party, opening night, etc. But even though I know I'm waiting, I think looking at this app every night makes me reflect on the day I experienced. Every day is different and every day passes by a little too quickly. As the numbers dwindle down to the "Big Day", as the app calls it, that's just more time in my childhood whizzing past me.
The future seems exciting, adventurous and a little scary.
"The clock is running. Make the most of today.
Time waits for no man.
Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery.
Today is a gift. That's why it is called the Present."
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