Years will do the walking.
I'll just find a comfy spot and wait it out...
Ten days ago, I saw ten full days off like someone who's dehydrated sees a glass of water. A necessary thing.
This past ten days has been a brief step off the wheel. A refreshing drink of water.
And whoosh. Ten days went by in a flurry. Miles were covered, events were attended, friendships were refreshed.
It all seemed to go so fast.
Not unlike summer turning into winter seemingly overnight, time seems to have taken on a disquietingly speedy tenor as the years go by.
Of course I'm not the first person to think that time seems to be going a whole lot faster. Everyone from Homer Simpson to NPR has posited that time seems to fly faster the more it's been accumulated (http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=122322542).
The bottom line seems to indicate that the more experiences we ferret away, the faster we seem to perceive them.
That doesn't fully explain why ten days off seemed to fly by like they were lumped into one fantastic memory jumble.
It doesn't speak to why there are days that seem to last forever.
This whole time thing may come down to simple economics.
For instance, sometimes time is saved by doing one thing in order to spend time doing something else.
And there are other times when time is spent in an attempt to save time later.
But there's another component.
Time seems to go much faster when what you're doing is truly engaging. Captivating. Compelling.
And maybe, as we age, we identify and understand more fully the value of captivating moments.
Being truly engaged and interested in the time you're spending is a double-edged sword. The more you're engaged, the faster time seems to pass.
What I've realized lately is time's going way way too fast. So I can try to save it, unthinkingly spend it, or try to slow down and engage.
And tomorrow it's back to work, back to real life.
I want to slow time down a notch. Even the unexciting, rote, unappealing parts.
I've decided I want to enforce a few more rules of engagement.