Latin for "Time Flies"
With summer waning, it seems more true than ever. Time is flying. Maybe it's this BS with getting older. I try not to dwell on the fact my life is more that half over (unless God willing I live into my nineties).
Even this year...I left Lowes six months ago. I'm no longer new at my job. Tim has been gone six months, Mikey has been gone eighteen. My mom has been gone almost thirteen years.
Tempus Fugit.
How do we make time slow down? Our babies are growing up...starting school, becoming teens, starting jobs. Everyday they're an inch taller it seems. One second you're carrying them...the next they're looking down at you. It's surreal.
Still...time marches on. Old friends are getting older. Two of my friends just turned forty six. I met them when they were my daughter's age. Now they have kids of their own. It's just crazy.
Slow down. I know...it's hard. We have responsibilities. We have kids. We have jobs. Blah blah blah. It's beautiful night. Go outside...listen to the crickets chirp. Five minutes is all I ask. Breathe deep and clear your mind. Close your eyes and remember what is was like to be outside when the street lights came on. hell, go dance under a street light if the urge strikes. :)
Tempus Fugit.
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