Has time really sped up or is it merely that a year is a much smaller fraction of my total time on this planet than it used to be?
I do not mind aging, in fact I quite like who I am now--even with a few more wrinkles, bumps and bruises.You could not pay me enough to go back to my 30s, let alone my 20s. Yuck. And yet it would be nice to recapture that slowness of time, those long days of summer when camping in the backyard was an adventure and my dad mowed the lawn with an old-fashioned push mower. In his cutoffs. Singing "If You Think I'm Sexy," by Rod Stewart. (It only warped me a little.)
My wish for myself would be to stop zipping from one thing to another all day, every day, and just for a minute remember that molasses-slow time.
|Notice the wrinkly nose--detail and beauty while grass snatching|
And then time catches up and you're late for dinner, but such is life. And a good life it is.
|Our not-so-professional Christmas Card|