holy flying time, batman

Sometimes, days crawl like slugs across a steaming Texas road. And other times, months pass in a flash, like a wink from an ok cutie, and then suddenly, the pacific northwest summer you'd been so looking forward to is gone and you're all, holy shit it's fall already and I remember when it was last October and I was impatiently awaiting the arrival of a certain quebecois and omg omg I'm so in lurrrv and I dunno what I'm doing with my life, where should I go next?? And then you reassess your life, and realize that while you're much more comfortable and settled, you still have no fucking clue what's going on, you still feel like you're 10 years younger than you are, and while most days are happy and amazing, there's an overall somewhat disturbing tone to your perception of the world, and it's unnerving that time has been flying like so.

Is it because you're turning 30 in a couple of months?

Is it because of yet another existential dilemma that's been hanging out on the back burner that you just can't shake?

Is it because everywhere you visit (Vancouver, Chicago) you want to live, and everyone you meet (Jude Law look-alike, adorable Asian girlfriend) you want to marry and everything you do (tai chi in the park, biking through Chicago at night) you want to be doing forever and ever, though you know you can't and won't and it just kills you that you can't have it all?

So, question for you, internets: how do you slow it all down and figure out how the fuck to calm down about it all?