The other day a during a moving job, one of my co-workers blurted it, “*Do you believe the first month of the year is almost over?*”
Both Jacob, the owner and operator of the company I work for, and I told him to “*shut up*.” Because, yeah, we’ve both have been feeling it. This is year is moving fast. Like super fast.
It’s a feeling I started recognizing a couple of years ago.
This feeling that time is moving faster. Hours feel -- shorter. I finish days before they start and then wonder, *where the hell did the day go?* Months are blur. I kiss Lucy for New Years and even before I let go of the peck, I’m thinking of Christmas.
And so here’s what I want. I want to slow it down.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I can’t slow down time. I’d need a universe creating card and well, that job belongs to God.
But what I can do, is slow down my relationship with time. I can stop, if only for a little awhile, to stop and take stock of what I’m doing.
I can be more present.
One of the things that helps me do that is writing and thinking about my day.
So that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to stop, think about my day through my writing. And yes, I’m going to post it, one because I’ve always wanted to keep a blog and two, I need/want some kind of accountability for myself. Something outside myself that I can look back and say, “oh, yeah, I’ve been doing this and that’s cool.”