I’m getting close now!
I say this tongue in cheek because I know these 47 days will disappear as quickly as the previous ones. I don’t know why time moves so swiftly as we age. When I was young, I wanted life to speed up because it felt so slow. Now I wish for time to slow down because it’s moving so fast.
(Perhaps this is something I will ponder in my 50 days after turning 50 as I am sure I will be graced with great wisdom when I arrive at the half century mark).
I experienced two themes this week; time moving quickly and revisiting the past. I had lunch with two friends from elementary school, a phone conversation with the first friend I made in Grade 1, my nephew turned 21, and I went to a Celebration of Life for a dear friend.
All week I found myself wondering, where have the years gone?
The answer, of course, is in my memories. Experiencing millions of moments, (26,230,676 to be exact) Moments of joy, pain, challenge, stillness, love, fear, exhilaration, passion, and so many others.
But the most meaningful are the moments I have shared with others. They have made my life feel full and rich. Each memory I hold in my heart reminds me how blessed I am for the experiences and people in my life these past (almost) five decades.
This is my gift – the passage of time.