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?