Wednesday, July 11, 2012
If my time-flies edict is true, then why am I so impatient sometimes? Hurry up and get here lunch hour or weekend or trip out of town! I realize this impatience is the antithesis of zen, of just "being in the moment, man." I would have made a terrible hippie. Good thing I was born too late for that. Well, just a little. Family photo albums reveal in my childhood wardrobe and long hair that I intersected with Era That Won't Go Away (I'll rant on "The 60s" some other time).
Anyway, where was I? I suppose I can figure it out for myself that I am the cause of the time-going-by-fast problem with all my finger-drumming and eye-rolling impatience. I suppose I should ask a relaxed, patient person if she also feels time slips by too quickly? Two subjects, not a very robust study, I admit, but it's a good first step.