It was six something when I left work. I ate a little something and talked on the phone when I got home. I look up and it's time for bed. Where did the night go?
It was Monday yesterday. It's Thursday now. Where did the week go?
It was January a couple of months ago. I know because that's when I bought my car. Just last month was July. I know because I took the trip to Seattle. My birthday is in five days. Oh wait. That was last month. Where did the year go?
I was 25 last year. So, how is it that I turned 38 this year. Where does the time go?
Some days, most days, all my days, seem to be spinning past me. I feel like one year is blurring into the next and pretty soon I'm going to wake up and realize I lost a year somewhere. Never to be found again.
I know journaling would help this dilemma, if only a little bit, at least it would give me some place to point to when I ask where the time went. But, sometimes, lately anyhow, it has felt like one more thing sucking my time away from me. However, what is all that time meant for anyhow but to live, to live in the moment is key. Writing, reflecting, journaling is part of the experience of life that I want to live. I think part of the problem is that I have so many competing interests that I'm always giving short shrift to several while I focus on others. Then I spin the merry-go-round and hop on at a new spot and watch the other interests spin on by, then stress about my neglect of them.
I read, or heard, somewhere once that time is relative. Summers seemed so long as a child. The twenty-four hours leading up to a trip to a place like Walt Disney World felt like a week. Wait five minutes? Counting to a hundred was hard enough while playing a game of tag. Time felt like it dragged so much because each component was such a huge portion of the life we had lived up to that point. Now, large portions of time are much smaller in proportion to the amount of time we have lived. I guess that means as I continue to watch time whirl past me I better get used to it and figure out how to stop stressing that I haven't enough time to do all the things I'd like to do. I guess I need to focus on gratitude for the things I was able to accomplish.
Looking at the clock, I see it's past my bedtime. I guess I'll continue robbing Paul to pay Peter, a little too.
On a quick different note: The picture is of a shark at the Aquarium of the Pacific. I'm not sure if it's one of the ones I got to touch but I did touch one. I also touched a Sting Ray, or was it a Man-o-War? Either way, it was way cool. I squealed like the girl I am, or was, whatever. Time - Hmmfh. It might be whirling by but I'm still a kid at heart.