It was Friday five minutes ago. And last week it was May. I barely look up and it’s lunchtime. I get home, eat dinner and it’s time for bed. I wake up 15 seconds later and I have to get back to work.
What the hell is going on?
They say time seems to speed up as you get older but this is more than a perception. I’m convinced that time really is going by faster.
I think it’s about time I email (or less likely, call) a good friend and I realize months have gone by. I think I better get my summer pants hemmed and I’m ready for a new pair of boots … I think I have plenty of time and I’m falling behind schedule … all this is new to me.
Nevermind what happened to the 8os — what happened to my weekend?
I enjoyed this post very much — but please more stories with pictures.
I’m with you on the time really is going by quicker! I think it’s an age thing. We start to realize that we are never really going to accomplish everything we want to and we have to start deciding what to spend those precious fleeting moments on.
thanks
I say let’s spend the moments shoe shopping.