How is time moving so fast, these days?
My Benzoid-husband explains it (my paraphrase) as basically units of time being smaller in comparison to our age as we get older. For instance. When I was a day old, a day was the longest period of time I'd experienced thus far. So it seemed to last a long time. It makes sense to me. A year seemed longer when I was twenty than it does now that I'm thirty. Because, like, 1/20 is bigger than 1/30. You follow?
Regardless. I don't know if it was something about getting married, or maybe something about turning thirty, or - more likely - both. But time is seriously flying now. It's insane. I'm sure all y'all (yeah, you heard me) who are older than me are smirking about now. "You think it's flying now, you young thing? Just wait five years. Or ten. Or whatever." My question for you who are ahead of me: do you ever get more used to it? Or does it just keep completely throwing you for a loop? Maybe I can get used to being thrown for a loop....who knows?
Okay. I think I'm going to leave it at that for now. Wow. One-topic post. Well, one-ish. But I've got some more thoughts percolating. Some things God and I have been working on. So it won't be another seven months before the next post. Promise. (:
2 comments:
It's actually scary how much sense that 1/26 thing makes! That's what you get when you marry a smartypantshead.
Yes. I'm definitely enjoying being married to a smartypantshead. In fact, I recommend it. (;
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