Why does the passing of time seem to change? The month of October filled with its questions and unknowns inched by so slowly I felt every second of it. The month of November has gone so fast, with doctor’s appointments and days of rest, I’m afraid if I blink I will miss an entire day.
Why does that happen? Why does time feel like it changes speed like a drunk driver on a windy highway? I haven’t done anything differently. I’m not counting the days to some future event, I’m not wishing away the seconds, I’m not even busy. Why is it passing me by like a shooting star? It is fleeting. It is like time is playing a game with me.
At times it feels tangible. I can get a handle on it, I can feel each moment. At other times, it hides, bolts or pretends to last longer than should be possible. I can’t find more time. I can’t save time. I have no control over time and its speed. My only choice is to enjoy the time I have and make wise choices with every moment. Time won’t win this game if I simply sit back and enjoy. Time won’t trick me if I own my moments and choose to spend them in a way that makes me better and stronger in myself and in my relationships.
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