For some reason, I often think about life and it's milestones in terms of ratios. I think it helps me to organize and conceptualize the past and make the future less chaotic and more manageable. Either that or it's some type of neurosis that I'm not quite ready to come to terms with. I'm not sure when I started doing this, but I think marking time this way stems from measuring life in context-specific intervals (terms/semesters in school, transfers on a mission, etc.).
So here it is, my life by the numbers:
- I am 27; I have lived about one-third of my expected life span.
- I have known Clark for one-third of my lifetime. We have been married for half of that time.
- We've lived in Idaho over half of our married life.
- Five years ago today, I came home from my mission . . . and that doesn't divide evenly into 27.
- In December, I'll be three-fourths done with my degree.
- I have finished one-fourth of this semester. Even though the work/school pace has been rigorous, I can definitely do this three more times. (This same logic works with exercise - one mile magically turns into two. Three, if you're lucky and optimistic. Try it; you'll like it).
- There is still one-eighth of my farm share still to enjoy this harvest season (upcoming post - analysis of our first year of CSA membership).
Reader, how do you mark time? Do you just let life happen and not worry about quantifying it or are you mildly neurotic, too?