Marking time isn’t a decent way to use up your life.
I have this theory about why time seems to speed up so much as people age. Remember when you were very young, how every day – even every hour – held magical new things to discover and wonder over, to enjoy and create? Where did that go? The next hour, the next experience, held magic! Where did the magic go?
As you get older, it isn’t every hour, or even sometimes, every day. You start living for the weekends, instead of for the next day, or the next moment. Instead of anticipating your life 365 days a year – you are down to 52 weekends. See how time is speeding up? The other days are ordinary, nothing special, not memorable.
As your responsibilities accrue, pretty soon even the weekends are “normal” and you begin to anticipate only the special events, and momentous holidays, and THOSE are often months apart, not just days or weeks. Now you look forward to, and mark time by, only six or seven events a year.
No. I am not living life this way. I want my moments back, my fabulous, everyday days. I want to tell my life YES, and live it consciously, daily, minute-by-minute. I am slowing down the insane merry-go-round, and stepping off into greener pastures. YES.