Does it really matter?

As I was reading a post on one of my favorite blog's today, I really thought about the fact that I am 30 years old. It feels like I was in my 20s forever. I was not worried about 30. I kept telling myself that it was just a number. It never bothered me to enter another decade until today. My Daddy was only 5 short years older than 30 when he died unexpectedly. When I was 12, 35 seemed pretty old. Now that I am 30, it seems like 35 is right around the corner. I know the odds of me dying at 35 are very slim, but it does make me pause and think. It makes me realize that things that I have gotten upset over in the past are minor things. There are very few things, other than spending time with family and friends that truly matter. The things in the past are what have made me into the person I am today. The few things that really matter are that I put my faith and trust in God. And that I treasure and do not take for granted the family and friends that I have. The relationships in my life are so important. It's time to slow down and make the most of every opportunity we have together instead of racing around to do more things.