What the heck!
It is June 4 already!
Does anyone else feel like it shouldn't be June already - it should be more like March, maybe April, but definitely not June. Although it is still technically spring, it will soon be summer in my little area of the world. SUMMER! Unbelievable. I feel like if I blink, I will miss summer entirely, skip fall and be facing winter ... again!
I willingly admit that as I age I have a love hate relationship with time. I love that I have more free time day-to-day than at any other point in my life. I love that I can do nothing for a day - pushing planned to-dos into the future, because there is more time in my future than ever before (hopefully.) I love that through the passage of time I have learned to be more respectful of the time gift I have been given ... 'retired time' when I can do mostly whatever I want. I love all that. You don't get to 69 without knowing that some folks never get that gift.
But there is a hate side to this equation. I hate that my future time can be counted in mostly years and not in many decades. I hate that at 69 I don't have 69 more years ahead of me. In fact, in just one small decade I will be 79 - a time when the chances of living another decade are considerably smaller. I hate that because of time my mortal body is starting to have problems - that my 'retired time' will be shared with an aging body that has a built in obsolescence.
I need to put the skids on time - slow it down.
But how is the question.
Think, think, think ...
I've noticed that when you aren't paying attention to time, it speeds up and slips away. If you are paying attention and are more mindful of the moment - time seems to slow down. I may have read that somewhere. In truth, that is just a 'mind game' as time never slows down or speeds up - just keeps ticking away - totally irregardless of what individuals do. It is only our perception of time that may change with attention to it.
Maybe time is like a fortune of gold coins. The quantity of time or gold coins is a fixed number - unknown and different for everyone. Each minute spent is a gold nugget that cannot be replaced. How each golden minute is spent is in our control - not much else is within our control. But can that approach put the skids on time?
Maybe trying to slow down time is the wrong approach. Maybe the best way to handle time is to see it through the eyes of a dog.
|My dear grand dog, Grimace who passed away this spring ... who never pondered time,|
who lived in the moment, who spent his golden nuggets of time
making others happy.
That face says, "This is the moment that counts, Grandma. Not yesterday, not tomorrow. Just today. Now can I have that treat you are holding?"
I am still learning Grimace.
I am not as smart as you.