It’s freaking me out. It was just summer. Next thing I knew it was Christmas. It seemed to show up so quickly. I was totally unprepared. Christmas? It was just Thanksgiving. In a blink we’d crossed over into a new year.
2012 had come and gone while, to me, it felt as if it was just getting started.
Now it’s virtually the end of January. In just a few days we’ll be in the second month of the new year. And it will be spring a month later. Winter will be behind us. And yet technically, it’s still ahead of us.
But as I say it, we get that much closer to the end of it.
Summer will be upon us, before we’ve had a chance to enjoy the tulips and daffodils. Before we have a chance to catch our breath. Regain some equilibrium. To recover from the cold. To shake the snow off ourselves, one last time. To put winter clothes away.
I feel like I’ve already missed Easter. And soon it will be Thanksgiving again.
I can’t keep up.
When did time start to fly?
As a child, time always seemed to drag. I was so impatient all the time. Nothing could happen quickly enough for me. Waiting seemed endless. Long. So long. Too long. It felt like days lasted forever. Like the end of the week would never come. The seasons would never change.
A year felt like a life time.
Would it never end?
Would I ever be old enough to lose the babysitter? To stay up late? To ‘be’ the babysitter. To wear make up? To wear heels? To date? To drive? Would I? When? WHEN? How much longer must I wait? How much longer?
I was just going into high school. My first day. So excited. Feeling SO grown up. And terrified. It was a whole new ball game. Time to start thinking about the future. My future. What I’d ‘be’. When I did grow up. Did?
In a nano second I’d graduated. Had a few boyfriends. Went to art college. Started working. Rented my first apartment. Fell in love. Bought my first house. Fell out of love. Had a career. Had?? HAD?? As in past tense. As in ‘past’? As in been there, done that?
When did ‘future’ become ‘past’? What happened to ‘present’? Where’d it go? I could swear it was here a minute ago. And now it’s gone. Gone.
How’d I get ‘here’ so fast?
Back then I wanted it fast. Faster. FASTER!
Now I want it to slow down. Slower. SLOWER.
Make up your mind. What’s it to be?
Slower. Please. Slow down. Hang on a minute. I feel like Barack Obama after he was sworn in last week. As he was leaving, he turned around, looked out, paused and said: “Let me look at this one last time. I won’t see it again.”
Neither will I. So I’d like to enjoy it while I can. Not be in such a hurry. Suddenly I’m okay with the days taking their time. Lasting forever. No need for the weeks and months and years to zip by. Where’s the fire?
What’s the rush?
Again, you nailed it. Time is flying by at a crazy electric speed. I can’t believe I’ve been in Texas for almost 6 years–that’s half the time I lived in Toronto. If I stop, slow and think, so much has happened, but it sometimes feels like it has happened in a flash. It may seem strange but I feel like time slows down on the weekends, perhaps because we try to keep it not jam packed.
When you freelance weekends and week days are pretty much the same. So everything whizzes by. But I do know what you mean.
I have often heard life compared to a roll of toilet paper. The roll unwinds quicker and quicker as you get towards the end….
I have never heard a reasonable explanation for why time seems to go faster as we get older, but it seems to be something that we all experience similarly in our lives…
Yeah, I think it is an age thing. Sucks.
This is so true. I’m 21 but I feel exactly like the 15 year old scared kid I was. Gotta ask, does that change? I sometimes wonder if I’ll get to 50, 60, 70 and still feel exactly the same little kid. Time does seem to get increasingly faster as we get older. Unfortunately.
You don’t notice you’re getting older. It only happens to everyone else. Until one day you realize it can’t just be happening to them. And then you fight it with everything you’ve got. 🙂
I’m 46 and still feel like I’m in my 30’s. Although I feel young the days, months, years have sped by. I especially cheish the long days of summer as the extra hours of daylight seem to make me feel like the world has slowed down and is breathing easy.
That’s what’s always so surprising about the days flying by. You don’t feel yourself getting older.
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