As Time Goes By…..Quickly
Where did all the time go? Why does time move faster the older we get?
It is May 1st. Already. Spring has sprung and the second quarter of this year is upon us. Already. It can’t be so, can it? We’ve only just finished washing up after Christmas dinner. Surely? We’re fresh back from that New Year mini-break in Doha. Surely? That go-live deadline I signed up to in January can’t be up this weekend. Surely?
My cute little baby god-daughters can’t be in their last year of university having just celebrated their twenty first birthdays. Can they? Their dad and my other friends from university cannot really be fifty years old. Can they? (I am the baby of the group and do not have that “privilege” until next year, thankfully….). I will (hopefully) be married for twenty two years this coming September and yet it seems like only yesterday (almost) that C and I were sharing our first kiss after a date at the Windows bar of the Park Lane Hilton.
And, apparently that is part of the problem….
One of the reasons why time seems to speed up as we mature is the lack of new, memorable events. Your first day at school; your first bike; getting caught shoplifting (or is that only me?); your first girlfriend; your first car; graduating; your first job; getting married; the first Gulf War; 9/11………these are the type of life events by which we all measure time. But, as we get older we, unfortunately, have less and less memorable occasions and, consequently, time flies by.
And then there is relativity. No, not the general grinding effect of relatives (I am blessed…. 😉 ) but the amount of time that has passed relative to one’s age.
As a child, Christmas was a big event – months in the planning as my parents bought stamps for the hamper throughout the year, and squirreled money away to save for presents. We made present wishlists and paper decorations and played a shepherd or a king in the Nativity Play and sang carols in the choir. We counted down the days while eating the chocolates from the Advent calendar, and went to bed early on Christmas Eve to hasten Father Christmas’ arrival. These days, there is hardly enough time to sell all those unwanted gifts on eBay before Santa is leaving his snowy footprints around the tree again. It comes round so quickly.
Maybe it is my biological clock grinding to a much slower pace? Or, maybe I am just paying less attention to time and events? But, I suspect that a certain degree of stress might be playing its part. Stress, stress, stress. Long days. Short nights. Working through the weekends. Too much traveling and not enough sleep. Emails, webinars and telcos. Meetings after meeting after endless meeting. There are simply not enough hours in the day to get things done….. even when you are burning the candle at both ends of multiple time zones around the world. There are targets to hit and deadlines to meet and one quarter of the year has already gone.
So, we need to chill a bit. I need to chill a bit. We need to celebrate new memorable events. I need to celebrate new memorable events. We need to reprioritise our time. I need to reprioritise my time….before time passes us by. Passes me by.
“I know this much: that there is objective time, but also subjective time, the kind you wear on the inside of your wrist, next to where the pulse lies. And this personal time, which is the true time, is measured in your relationship to memory.” ― Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending