Seriously. Half the year is gone already?
Remember when you were a kid and you were counting down the days and the hours and the minutes to Christmas or your birthday or that Big Thing That You Couldn't Wait to Do, and you were sure that time was slowing down just to spite you, and couldn't it get here already, and your folks said "just wait. Time moves faster the older you get." And you thought they were full of shit? Or at the very least part of a vast conspiracy to make your life miserable?
Holy shit, were they right. Time moves faster now, physics be damned. HOW IS IT ALMOST JULY ALREADY? And the rest of the summer is going to fly by, too. I've got tons of reading to do for a workshop (on top of the usual writing group crits), guitar to play, Christmas gifts to knit, and oh-yeah-by-the-way, friends and family to see. I'm grateful my life is so full--and fulfilling!--but damn. In the words of Ferris, life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop to look around once in a while, you could miss it.
How do you guys stop and smell the proverbial roses?
Holy shit, were they right. Time moves faster now, physics be damned. HOW IS IT ALMOST JULY ALREADY? And the rest of the summer is going to fly by, too. I've got tons of reading to do for a workshop (on top of the usual writing group crits), guitar to play, Christmas gifts to knit, and oh-yeah-by-the-way, friends and family to see. I'm grateful my life is so full--and fulfilling!--but damn. In the words of Ferris, life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop to look around once in a while, you could miss it.
How do you guys stop and smell the proverbial roses?