I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the passage of time. Why is it that as I get older, time seems to move by at an accelerating rate? I’ve been wondering: is it just me, or do others sitting here in the middle-aged cheap seats feel the same way?
Most research seems to suggest that my perceptions of time have a lot to do with where I am in my life cycle AND what increment of time I am measuring. In time perception studies, adults in mid-life [MOI!] report that the hours and days pass at what seems to be a normal speed; it is the YEARS that seem to streak past us (see Aging and the Speed of Time ). I can attest that these years have flown by much too quickly.
I am sure that my current musings have something to do with where I will be tomorrow: my son’s college graduation. I honestly feel like it was just yesterday that he joined me in this world; a beautiful young soul who has shared with me far more than I will ever be able to teach him. I blinked: and here he is now, about to finish under-graduate and start graduate school in the Fall. How is this possible? My chest still tightens as I recall college drop-off day – him walking through the dorm door and out of sight and me believing with all my heart that I would not survive leaving him there. How can it be four years later??
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It does seem that time is beginning to catch up with me; what is it they say?…
It’s not the years baby; it’s the mileage.
I used to think I could get away with shaving a few years off my age and it not being completely unbelievable. And, yes, I’ve been known to lie a little about my age (see Don’t I Look Great … For Sixty?! ). However, recent passing glimpses in the mirror have me pondering: “Wow, I really can’t pass for even five years younger than I am.” Vanity aside, the years have brought some wisdom and a lot of laughs; I just wish things would slow down a bit.
I do love this quote from the great Albert Einstein regarding the passage of time:
“Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour.
Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That’s relativity.”
What about you: how are you feeling about time – moving too quickly as we mature?
PS: please indulge a little shout out to my son Jimmy – so proud of you darlin’; tomorrow and EVERY day!