Why Do My Weeks Go By So Fast? A Theory

My weeks seem to be going by very fast lately. I can’t seem to keep up with the days. It’s Wednesday already? It’s Friday, yay! Aw, man, the weekend’s over and it’s back to work.

Why is that? Is it that I’m getting older and the day-to-day just isn’t exciting enough to keep my attention? The time just slips by me as I’m doing this or that, taking care of the house, Mo, and working?

That seems lame. That seems like I have no say in how I see my world. That would be like claiming time is a slippery trickster that’s trying to allude me. But as a stubborn optimist, I just can’t believe that time could be malicious. Time is benign. It’s even constant and dependable.

So where does that leave me and my quicksand calendar? Could it be a matter of my own focus? Since I’m only focusing on doing this or that, I don’t notice the time around me when I’m in it?

In the morning, I think of when Mo will have his nap. During his nap, I think about lunch. During lunch, I think about what we’ll do in the afternoon. But in the afternoon, I’m thinking about when I have to start getting ready for work. At work, I think about when my break is, when I can go home. Weekends always seem full of planned excursions and adventures to keep track of — who can keep track of time as well?

The ability to plan and prepare is the mark of a sophisticated mammal, right? It feels good to plan and be prepared. I am ready. I am in control. I can handle life.

But where is the balance? We can’t spend all of our time planning and preparing. What are we planning and preparing for? More planning and preparing? Yes, I know I can handle life. (At least pretty well so far, if I do say so myself. Which I do.) But I want to enjoy it, too.

Don’t get me wrong, though, I do enjoy it. I’m not a complete drone. But I want to enjoy it more. The logical step to take, that I see, would be to plan and prepare less to be able to enjoy more.

Less.

Minimize.

Do less. Have less. And use more of my time to just enjoy being. To enjoy being surrounded by time that is mine, that is free, to do with whatever I want, or nothing at all. Have time for the sole purpose of enjoying the interval. Of being present, seeing the sights, hearing the sounds, tasting the flavors, and feeling the feels.

My theory is that my weeks go by so fast because I’m constantly one step ahead. To have weeks, days, hours, and a life that lasts longer, I need to slow down. Life is not a race. The goal is not the end. I need to slow down, be conscious, be present, and, as always…

Enjoy.

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