When you’re giddy with excitement, does time speed up? Slow down? Tell us about the experience of anticipation.
Time had changed since I have gotten older. I remember when it came to waiting for things when I was little that time crawled by excruciatingly slow, it was almost painful to bear, waiting for whatever I was waiting for to come to pass. Nowadays no matter what awaits, be it good bad or indifferent, time is no longer taking its time, it moves with a constancy or consistancy that I wish would let up.
I wish that the feeling of anticipation would be as it used to be, I can't help but hear Carly Simon's beautiful voice in my head singing "anticipation is making me wait" but it no longer does, perhaps because there is always something that needs to be done, that the hours and days melt into each other so easily that before I know it, the moment has arrived and all too quickly the anticipation is gone, way too quickly.
I would love time to seem to stand as still as it did in the Septembers of grammar school, where summer seemed eons away. That would be wonderful, now even though I adore the summer I am not looking forward to it because I don't want to speed up the clock, it is already ticking way too fast. One day at a time is how I like it, better to appreciate each minute in the present than spend time anticipating for the future and losing out on the precious time right in front of you.