Don’t get me wrong…there are things I enjoy about getting older. The wisdom, the money, and the grandkids to name but three.
But what really, really spooks me is that there no longer seems to be an infinite amount of time left. We’ve done very well at doing everything we have wanted to do, but the more we pack in the faster time goes. Time just flies by now and it flies faster with each passing month. And the more it flies, the closer to the end we get. It almost feels like I have less and less control. Like riding a cardboard box down a hill…as speed picks up, the less I can maneuver.
I guess that is a good thing – it means we are having fun. If we weren’t time would drag. 🙂
