Time Flying
How is it August already?
Have I finally reached that age that old people always said would be the time when months and years go flying by? Am I that old person now? What the hell?
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It doesn't seem to matter if you're active or not - if you indulge in stretches of wide open time to do what you want or cram in a long weekend trip to Whistler. For instance, I had big ideas of what I'd do with my free time this afternoon/evening and now as I type I see it's almost 9pm. That's sometimes a get-ready-for-bed-time for me when I have to start planning for tomorrow's early morning activities. Seriously.
I can point to 2 key things I did in that space - things that needed to be done - but where did the full five hours go?
I wonder if when you start to become aware of time moving quickly, do you start stressing about all the things you want to do - in a day, a week, a summer, a year, a lifetime? If time seems to be going by quicker, then there's none of it to waste. I need to go see Katherine in Vermont! I need to take a trip with my little sister! I need to do the Mt. Taylor Quadrathlon! My collection of essays! A girls weekend in Mexico! Plan a family vacation! Learn guitar! Go to surf camp! Reach out to all the people I've been meaning to reach out to! Dammit, I need to date again!
On the brighter side, time moving brings us closer to fall (the most awesome season), and winter (in a class by itself), and massive snowfall (for which we're sorely overdue). It also means football season is right around the corner! And my sister's wedding in New Jersey! And some of my favorite outrigger races. More days to think about writing, about diet, about washing my car.
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I guess if I had to do a gut check I'd say I'm making pretty good use of the time I have, however fast it may be rushing by. There are things I could absolutely improve on - being less selfish with my time, staying focused on my goals, being more available in my relationships - but I would never say I'm bored. Sad, yes. Stressed, yes. Irritated, sure. Lonely, sometimes. But bored? Blah.
Life is definitely too short for boredom. Still, please stop moving so fast.
Have I finally reached that age that old people always said would be the time when months and years go flying by? Am I that old person now? What the hell?
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It doesn't seem to matter if you're active or not - if you indulge in stretches of wide open time to do what you want or cram in a long weekend trip to Whistler. For instance, I had big ideas of what I'd do with my free time this afternoon/evening and now as I type I see it's almost 9pm. That's sometimes a get-ready-for-bed-time for me when I have to start planning for tomorrow's early morning activities. Seriously.
I can point to 2 key things I did in that space - things that needed to be done - but where did the full five hours go?
I wonder if when you start to become aware of time moving quickly, do you start stressing about all the things you want to do - in a day, a week, a summer, a year, a lifetime? If time seems to be going by quicker, then there's none of it to waste. I need to go see Katherine in Vermont! I need to take a trip with my little sister! I need to do the Mt. Taylor Quadrathlon! My collection of essays! A girls weekend in Mexico! Plan a family vacation! Learn guitar! Go to surf camp! Reach out to all the people I've been meaning to reach out to! Dammit, I need to date again!
On the brighter side, time moving brings us closer to fall (the most awesome season), and winter (in a class by itself), and massive snowfall (for which we're sorely overdue). It also means football season is right around the corner! And my sister's wedding in New Jersey! And some of my favorite outrigger races. More days to think about writing, about diet, about washing my car.
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I guess if I had to do a gut check I'd say I'm making pretty good use of the time I have, however fast it may be rushing by. There are things I could absolutely improve on - being less selfish with my time, staying focused on my goals, being more available in my relationships - but I would never say I'm bored. Sad, yes. Stressed, yes. Irritated, sure. Lonely, sometimes. But bored? Blah.
Life is definitely too short for boredom. Still, please stop moving so fast.
Comments
Love your blog, Sam.
Miss you.
Peter