Today is my birthday and its coming has made me particularly aware of the passing of time. I realise that as it goes by, this slippery phenomenon has come to be a very precious thing. And so when my husband asked me what I wanted, as he does every year, my first thought was, wouldn't it be lovely if I could be the master of the hours, the days and even the years. But this he cannot give me.
I know that the health and beauty gurus recommend a little 'me-time' as a lovely pampering experience. The trouble is that afterwards the effect is soon lost as I go around like a headless chicken trying to catch up on 'lost-time', which is what it soon feels like I've had.
My office colleague thought that the reason why time seems to go by quicker the older one gets is relative to experience. The younger, the less time passed the more there is to go, well something like that. I cannot claim to fully understand this concept.
I have heard scientists discuss on a radio programme that there is a very real physiological reason why time flies the older one gets. I never got to hear the end but, I bet it has something to do with the general deterioration of something or other because of ageing. Nearly everything is these days.
Like most people, for whatever reason, time for me passes rapidly the more I am enjoying the moment and moves slowly when I am not. Even when I am busy and I am not, although being busy when I am not enjoying myself is infinately preferable to not being, if any of this makes sense.
What I actually had for my birthday from my husband was a lovely afternoon out with my family at a fabulous place for Sunday lunch. (We celebrated the day before as Monday is not a good one.) I would have liked the moment to have lasted for ever, exactly as it was, but all good things as the saying goes. And afterwards, no messy kitchen to clean, no pots and crocks to wash and put away, so this time 'me-time' really was a good time, but, only a memory now.
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