Thursday

It's about time

These days I feel like I only have the time and capability to really think when I'm falling asleep (which really doesn't help with the actual falling asleep). Or when I'm driving. Times like that. In between things. Not when I'm sitting down in front of a computer. But here we go. I'm making it happen.

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?

Anyway. It has been seven months since my last confession. Er, I mean post.

To anyone who may be new to my ramblings: Welcome. I'm trying to be more transparent (y'know, like the "glass" theme I've got going on here). I'm trying to be more real. This is part of my attempt at that. I welcome comments and questions. I would love for this to become a place of interaction. Please keep criticisms to a minimum. Think before you post. I'm pretty sensitive. Not that I expect stuff like that from you. Just figured I ought to warn you.

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:

Margie said...

It's actually scary how much sense that 1/26 thing makes! That's what you get when you marry a smartypantshead.

heartlikeaglass said...

Yes. I'm definitely enjoying being married to a smartypantshead. In fact, I recommend it. (;