It's time to fill my seven-day pill container again? I could swear I just did that yesterday. This looks to me like a conspiracy to make me feel older faster. Somebody must be emptying my pill container every two days when I'm not looking. When I'm playing Wordle or eating chocolate or drinking a margarita. Right?
The older I get, the faster time flies by. And if I'm writing a book or playing with my grandchildren from out of town, or similarly having a really good time, the hours zip by. Oh, I get tired, especially around the young ones, but before I know it, it's 10:30pm and time for bed. There must be a scientific explanation because I could swear the minutes are ticking by faster than they did years ago. As my husband says, a year now is 1/80 of my life, but when I was six, it was 1/6 of my life. It's all relative, so that time does seem to fly by quicker now even though it's not going any faster.
It's funny because when we have to put up with something unpleasant, like a person we have to work with whom we can't stand or a politician we don't like gets elected and does things that we can't ignore, we wish the time we're stuck with them would pass faster. I feel like I can't wait til those years are gone. But, at my age, I don't have enough years left to have even one year speed by. So that's not a good solution .
I have known men who can compartmentalize things so they can totally ignore problems that I'd think would bother them. "Oh, yes," he says. I know we're hurtling into the sun, about to burn up. But today I plan to have a beer and watch a baseball game." My husband contends he goes to the compartment on the rare occasions when he needs to look at it. It doesn't seem fair to us women who can't so easily do that. I have been incapable of that trick. Most of us women seem to be totally aware of everything--constantly juggling things, multitasking, bearing all burdens all the time. Life would be easier and happier if we could pack our problems away and stuff them in a top, almost-unreachable shelf and not think about them while we enjoy the good stuff in our lives.
I intend to try and be better able to compartmentalize so I can enjoy those precious limited hours I have left. So I have spent an adequate time on the problem and now hand me a beer and the remote control.