I'm getting old.

I feel like I've been trying to cram several lives into the span of a single lifetime. It's very strange. I've been so many things, tried so many things, and done so many different jobs that it's all becoming a bit of a blur. I have to stop and think now when I tell a story from my past and then it's like "wow, that was 3, 4, 5... years ago" it doesn't seem like that much. Time is beginning to blur. Some of that is a good thing though, the bad memories are starting to get blurry. But it makes me feel old. The large amounts of free time at work have given me a lot of time to think and reflect, maybe that's good and maybe that's bad. All I know is that I'm starting to dread my birthday. Not long ago it seemed far off and now it feels like the days are flying towards me and I have literally nothing to show for myself.
They say that life isn't about the number of breaths you take but about the number of moments that take your breath away. I wish I could know that was true. Right now I feel like I'm just floating along waiting for life to hand me the next pile of poo for me to sludge through. Most of my time seems to be spent shifting from one problem to the next, working my way through each obstacle, but never actually going anywhere. Where is the point when you stop going from problem to problem and start making a life? I'm going to be another year older soon and honestly, I can't say that I've accomplished much other than just getting by.