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Time flies when you're...growing old!

Remember when you were little and were waiting for what seemed forever until you turned five and could go to kindergarten? Or when you were in middle school and felt like you'd never finally be old enough to go to high school? And four years of college. It lasted for so long. And what about going to work on Monday and watching the days drag by until finally, finally it was TGIF. 

You get the idea. Time practically stood still when I was young. Now I feel like I blink and another week's gone by. Summer starts and before I know it the leaves are falling. Even winter, which always seemed endless when I was younger, is over quicker nowadays.

This morning I picked up my pill case, the kind with a separate compartment for every day of the week. The pills for Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were gone. Just like that. In the blink of an eye. Where did those three days go? And now Thursday's almost over.I swear it feels like I just finished breakfast but  I've got to start dinner because those damn seconds, minutes, hours disappeared before I could catch my breath.

It's not fair. Just when I long for time to slow down it's going at warp speed. A month is a week, a week a day, a day a few measly minutes. I need to slow it down. Somehow. Some way.

Of course there's no real way to slow time. But I'm going to try to do the next best thing. Appreciate the moment. Each moment. Take the moment and milk it for all it's worth. Hold it firmly in my hands, in my heart, in my mind.

Time is merely a series of moments. And we can only live in one moment at a time. I still love looking forward to special events, a vacation, a get-together with family or close friends. But if I only think ahead, I'm there before I know it. I figure I don't have to help time speed by. I can focus on the moment I'm doing my thing.

And let time do its thing.

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