This Thing Called Time

Honestly, it’s just crazy! The older I get, the faster life seems to run. I thought that it would slow down a little as the kids got older. I figured that not having to run after little ones would afford me a little more time and freedom. Although this is true in some respects, it just seems that life has picked up a velocity that keeps churning, spinning and pushing me to the brink of exhaustion. 

The beautiful balmy breeze in South Florida and brilliant sunshine taunt me as I yearn to spend a lazy day at the beach.  Scratch that. Did I say “day”? I really meant at least a month. Heck, I’ll take a day-who am I kidding? I KNOW I’m not the only one who feels this way, right?

Several years ago I asked a friend’s mother a question as I pondered this same dilemma that was plaguing me back then. She must have been in her mid 70’s when I asked her a series of probing questions concerning this warp speed that my life had taken on.

“WHEN-Please tell me when this will slow down? Will it slow down? Does it ever slow down?” I’ll never forget her response. She looked at me through her thick glasses and said, “Oh yes, dear. It does slow down.  After the grandchildren are all grown up, it starts to slow down a bit.”

REALLY?