7300 Days, One Life

I have nearly lived for 7300 days.  Of course, I am approximating, but we like round, even, numbers that are nice to us.
7300 days.  Seven Thousand Three Hundred.  That is a long time, a big number of days.  I wish I had a dollar for every day I've lived.  That would be nice.
I know you've been expecting this, but why don't you look back at each day of your life, like I am with mine, and consider what has been done with each individual day.  How does that change your perspective on the life you have lived so far?  Is it freaky to find that you can't remember but for specific moments of those days?  Do you write in a journal that can help you record how you've grown?
Each day counts, this is true, but it is also futile to scrutinize each day as an individual because you can't see yourself grow if you look at a single day.  Growth and learning take time.  The whole perspective is what you need.  Looking out of that giant window on the seventh floor and seeing it all at the same time.  You can change in one day, but what matters is that the change stuck over time.
7300 days, one life