When I was little I remember thinking that change was, well to slow. That the things I was waiting for never seemed to come quickly enough. Christmas was six months away (a lifetime). My birthday was right next to christmas.
And summer was a month away.
Everythnig seemed to me to be a million miles away from where I was. Then suddenly I became an adult. Days blurred into weeks and months. Why just last week it was the begining summer and now suddenly its early October.
Change is now something I fear at times. Birthdays come with large numbers and I can remember things that most people I work with weren’t alive for.
Time is now the enemy. Change is the agent that brings time to me.
What once seemed like an eternity now seems like an hour.
and change still comes…