I miss the days of my 20s. Getting by on little to no sleep was so much easier then. Feeling sick from exhaustion is the worst hangover feeling, and without the memories of a “good time” from the night before.
Oh yeah, this Wednesday is not going to be fun.
Look at where I’m at. 9 days in and it feels like forever since starting this series. I’m not sure if it’s because sacrifice adds a few weeks to our age or if it’s because this month has been a little whirlwind.
I find myself saying “where did the day go” more often.
I know I’m approaching a new birthday, which means a new age, which means a new mini mid-life crisis but is it me or is it my perception of time.
Does the world move faster when we’re busy or idle?
It’s Social Media Week and I’ve missed many of the sessions I had wanted to attend. Mostly because I’m nose deep in a coding bubble, but also because I just don’t feel like I have the time. And while I know it’s about “prioritizing” it doesn’t feel like that’s what it is.
An hour doesn’t feel the same as it used to. If others felt like me then I could feel better knowing that this feeling is probably some reaction to whatever cosmic forces are taking away our moments.
But sadly, I think it is just me. And why, I don’t know. But going dairy-free for only 9 days and have it feel like at least an entire month, is not a good sign.
During this little journey, I’ve identified a bunch of other things I want to chart online but am afraid that perhaps I’m not as receptive to change as I thought I was. Maybe being so readily to accept change is really a form of denial.
After all, I’m a Pisces. We don’t do reality quite well. And we’re supposed to appreciate change. But maybe I have it all wrong.
Time is just not the way it used to be.