The older you get, the faster time goes by. That at least seems to be the case through my own observation. Typically, I’m the type to bemoan time’s transient nature & become emotionally left in the dust of the just missed train wondering, “What if?”
But on this New Year’s Eve, I stand calmly satisfied. I clearly remember where I was–in both my physical as well as emotional state, a year ago today. I remember each step along the way, from the cold winter mornings in February & the tricks I had to use to coax myself out of my warm bed to more recent actions like the holiday happy hour I attended last week. Overall, 2018 was a good, but not great year. Nothing wrong with that; there’ nothing wrong with good. There’s nothing I wish I had done differently to have made it better & nothing significant that I’ve missed out on. For me, it was a workmanlike year; I got out of bed, faced the cold, & upheld my obligations. And for the first time in a long time, I don’t feel as though I’ve been cheated out of time washed under the bridge. No. Twelve months didn’t seem like such a short lease this time around. It was just enough time to get a year’s worth of good living done.
But as for 2019, I have much higher expectations for you!
Happy New Year, everyone!
