I remember in high school moaning one Sunday morning that the school year was going by WAAAYY TOOO SLLOOOWWW. My Sunday school teacher, Mr. Pittman, looked at me, gave a laugh/sigh, then shook his head. After a few minutes, he said the most preposterous thing EVER.
"One day you'll find that time goes by so fast you'll wonder where it went." What a crazy statement!
And now I'm 39 and that is not so crazy. At all. It actually makes sense. I've thought that more than once in the last four years. Now? I don't bother keeping up with what happened in what year. I keep up with things by the events that happened around them.
I'm reminded of that more than ever as I have my last two "free" weeks of September rapidly approaching. (Not quite sure how planning a Christmas program as Plan A and possibly B are now out the window, sewing 2 Halloween costumes, and inviting a large section of my favorite munchkins over fit into the term "free" but the squares on my calendar aren't inked in too badly.) I look at my calendar and see filled spots through the first Sunday in December, and I wonder how on earth I managed to fill up time slots so quickly. And once all the rush stops after the 2nd Sunday of December, our life will slow down to an almost painful crawl.
And even typing that makes me want to backspace. This last week I've had at least four people say "You don't work, do you?" when I tell them I don't have time to do something. No, I don't get paid for anything I do. No, I do not have children. But I am not idle. Sometimes my life gets so full I am thankful for the days when there is nothing on the calendar. And that only means I have time to semi-catch up on laundry and very neglected household chores.
I like to think Bobby's retirement next year means my life is going to slow down considerably. Realistically, I know it will probably have the opposite effect. But for today, I'm enjoying the fact that it's stillAugust September.
"One day you'll find that time goes by so fast you'll wonder where it went." What a crazy statement!
And now I'm 39 and that is not so crazy. At all. It actually makes sense. I've thought that more than once in the last four years. Now? I don't bother keeping up with what happened in what year. I keep up with things by the events that happened around them.
I'm reminded of that more than ever as I have my last two "free" weeks of September rapidly approaching. (Not quite sure how planning a Christmas program as Plan A and possibly B are now out the window, sewing 2 Halloween costumes, and inviting a large section of my favorite munchkins over fit into the term "free" but the squares on my calendar aren't inked in too badly.) I look at my calendar and see filled spots through the first Sunday in December, and I wonder how on earth I managed to fill up time slots so quickly. And once all the rush stops after the 2nd Sunday of December, our life will slow down to an almost painful crawl.
And even typing that makes me want to backspace. This last week I've had at least four people say "You don't work, do you?" when I tell them I don't have time to do something. No, I don't get paid for anything I do. No, I do not have children. But I am not idle. Sometimes my life gets so full I am thankful for the days when there is nothing on the calendar. And that only means I have time to semi-catch up on laundry and very neglected household chores.
I like to think Bobby's retirement next year means my life is going to slow down considerably. Realistically, I know it will probably have the opposite effect. But for today, I'm enjoying the fact that it's still
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