Disproportionate

Bear with me, but this is sort of a spur of the moment random blog. I'm feeling a little like a kid that's trying to choose which present to open on Christmas morning. I have no idea where to begin right now. My mind is sort of all over the place, and I don't really know what to contemplate right now... but here it is.

Why is it that time seems to move faster and faster the older you get? Or is it just me. I mean, when you were 5 years old a 45 minute car trip felt like eternity. It seems so unfair to me that when you're young and have all the energy in the world time seems to creep along like traffic during rush hour. How come time doesn't fly when you're young? Is it because life is trying to teach you all of the lessons possible, and that would not take place if things were flying along at break neck pace. Maybe the older and wiser we get, life thinks it can clip along at a quicker pace because we have a sizable knowledge base. Who knows, but man it seems a little unfair that life just seems to speed up more and more with the years. I mean... I'm trying not to miss anything, and it's tiring to keep up at times! Don't get me wrong, I'm not out of energy. If anything, I hope to be one of those 90 year olds who's still shoveling their own driveways. Hopefully my energy actually increases as time seems to speed up with age. That would be ideal.

I think part of me is worried that I'm taking time for granted. My career is practically non-existent... okay, it is non existent. My husband's line of work requires him to be gone a lot, and I really hope to make the best of any/whatever time we have together. In a way his career (thank goodness he has one he loves) has made me think a lot about how I spend my time. I honestly don't want to live life with regrets, and taking the opportunity to assess your time, and how it's spent, really seems to help with using time more wisely. I don't want to spend my time working for anyone who doesn't value me as a person, and I definitely don't want to spend my time worrying about where the time has gone. The older I get, the more I think about what I want and don't want out of life. One thing I know for sure... life isn't slowing down, and I want to live it!

Looking back, it's amazing how time seemed to come from a never ending supply. Age, experience, and time change everything. Funny how things change with time.