Being 44 years old, I cherish the slowing down of time. I remember sitting in 6th grade in September and feeling as if it would take forever for December vacation to arrive. I long for that sense of time creeping by ever so slowly where a minute could feel like an hour. Nowadays I turn around and the month of November has gone and December apparently is doing the same thing. I would like to apply the brakes on the time train because Christmas eve is going to be here before I am ready for it.
Even thinking of my two children makes me want to slow down the clock, I would even turn it back to the time when they were both toddlers even for just a few hours. Their childhood went by so fast, it seemed to pass in a blink of an eye.
Easing up on the fast pace of life would be a most welcome change of pace. I have come to appreciate the anticipation of special events rather than the event itself. Once the event arrives it becomes nothing more than a memory and often it doesn’t quite live up to the expectation. Savoring the moment is a lesson that comes with age and experience. I definitely do not count the days to my next birthday like I used when I was younger and New Year’s Eve does not hold a special allure, honestly though, it never did, even in the past.
If I were to be gifted with the choice of speeding up or slowing down, I choose to be the tortoise rather than the hare.