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Remember when you were a kid and you were counting down the days and the hours and the minutes to Christmas or your birthday or that Big Thing That You Couldn't Wait to Do, and you were sure that time was slowing down just to spite you, and couldn't it get here already, and your folks said "just wait. Time moves faster the older you get." And you thought they were full of shit? Or at the very least part of a vast conspiracy to make your life miserable? 

Holy shit, were they right. Time moves faster now, physics be damned. HOW IS IT ALMOST JULY ALREADY? And the rest of the summer is going to fly by, too. I've got tons of reading to do for a workshop (on top of the usual writing group crits), guitar to play, Christmas gifts to knit, and oh-yeah-by-the-way, friends and family to see. I'm grateful my life is so full--and fulfilling!--but damn. In the words of Ferris, life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop to look around once in a while, you could miss it. 

How do you guys stop and smell the proverbial roses? 



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Jul. 14th, 2012 02:21 am (UTC)
Since I was out of town when July began, my brain is still convinced it's June.

I don't stop and smell the roses. Well. I jog in the prairie. I sit on my deck and feel the breeze, watch the branches sway, and listen to green wild cherries clunking to the table and floor around me. I get to the pool a few minutes early on the two days I go swimming and spend them stretching and breathing.

Mostly I sit on my deck.
Jul. 15th, 2012 11:51 pm (UTC)
Sitting on the deck. Yes. Sometimes I don't listen to music when I go for a walk so I can be in the moment.
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