I was perusing the blogs that end up in my inbox on a daily basis to see if there was anything super interesting or that needed my attention. Out of the one hundred or so that make up the mornings supply, there are always some that are interesting or are from the bloggers that I choose to follow on a regular basis. These I pay special attention to while the rest are quickly sent to that hole in the sky where the uninteresting or unwanted blogs end up. Many are advertisements and they too are quickly eliminated.
I had one this morning from Amy Rose of Petals Unfolding commenting on exactly the same thing, “Where has the year gone?” She also attached some photos of a real Fall with beautifully colored leaves, not like what I get in my part of Texas. Here, there is the occasional tree with its Fall window dressing but we have a lot of evergreens that just drop the leaves without them coloring up and many keep them and are green nearly all year round. They drop their leaves in the Spring when the new growth arrives. This also means we have a double batch to clean up.
Back to the subject of this blog, “Where has the year gone?” I know that old wives tale or not, time is supposed to pass quicker as we get older. That is probably because we are each approaching our individual end and instead counting forward as we did when we were young, we are now counting downwards to that inevitable ending. Why that particular time has to go by so fast, I don’t know. Being older and retired with no clocks to punch anywhere, one would think that time would slow down. I even stopped wearing a watch as I really had no reason to keep track of time.
Of course, all of this is a fallacy as we all know there are 60 minutes to an hour, 24 hours to a day, 7 days to a week and any number of days in the various months. Whether we are young and can’t wait to grow up or old and can’t wait to act young again, time is always the same, never varying. The only thing constant is the count down to the end and that is an individual thing over which we have no control.
So, even though time flies by as we grow older it is just a misconception and just maybe a sign that we are really having way too much fun. Roll on 2019. Lets get into yet another year and see if this one goes by any slower…