Here we are in the middle of February 2009. I find myself absolutely astonished. I swear it feels like just the other day I was packing away my Christmas decorations (which I did before new years.) How did a whole month and a half get past me since then? The days seem to be spinning by faster and faster. Whole seasons sweep by me these days before I have time to take notice. I want to say SLOW DOWN, but instead I just jump on as best as I can and take my turn on the tilt of whirl of time.
As a child I can remember a week seeming to last FOREVER. Summer vacation was an eternity.
Not now. Why is that? We have all these "time saving" devises that that our pioneer mothers never dreamed of. Yet we are a people more rushed and hurried than any other.
Is it just me or do you feel scattered and overwhelmed by how fast thing seem to be going?