Amazing, as you get past your twenties (and then some), how time seems to go so fast. Weekends in particular. There are so many things on my mental to-do list, and it's already 5:30 on Sunday evening, so I'm going to have to make choices - will I write a few more posts for my blog, watch an episode of Brother and Sisters, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer, will I do a bit of painting, will I go for a walk? OK, the walk is out - it's starting to rain, and it's cool enough.
I read somewhere that the reason why time goes quicker as you get older is because it's all relative to how many years you've lived. A set period of time is a bigger fraction of your life when you're ten than when you're 40, so it feels longer. Say, a year is a tenth of your life when you're 10, but only a fortieth when you're 40. And it's half you're life when you're 2, and that's why it would feel like a very long time if you're 2.
At least, I don't suffer from Sunday evening blues any more. Come 3pm on a Sunday afternoon, I used to get into work mode, getting things organised, trying a bit of yoga to soothe the nerves, preparing my clothes for the morning, and starting to think about what I would have to face on the Monday - Susan and Malcolm being the two dreaded individuals, with their unrealistic expectations, mad plans, and sarcastic comments. Now, my main worry is whether to get up before 7 to go to the gym or not!
Mmm, I think I'll pick up my paint brushes and see what I can do to fix my problems with Lake Tekapo 2.
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