Friday, May 3
Here it is, Friday again.
For me, the realization is not the celebratory TGIF that it used to be.
Rather, it's the scary acknowledgment that yet another week has passed.
More than ever, I fully understand why old people often say "Enjoy them [the kids] while you can..." or simply "Time flies," because before you know it...you're dead. (See Ep. 11, Don't Blink!, April 3, 2013)
I used to believe that a positive twist on the inevitable - time does fly, but don't forget you're the pilot - could counter the disconcerting loss of control.
Alas, no longer. Now, at times, it simply feels that will power and the power of positive thinking are powerless against fate.
I am busier, and relatively happier, than ever, but sometimes it feels like I'm Bill Murray in Groundhog Day - I wake up, make coffee and Milo a bottle, take a shower, get dressed, kiss my beautiful wife goodbye, triple check that I have everything I need, run down Requa, and hop on the train. And before I know it I'm waking up at six AM to do it all over again.
This morning a conversation with a colleague who lives one stop north in Garrison, intervened.
We talked about art fairs and fishing licenses and secret keys that opened the gates to virtually private lakes. I responded that such leisures and pleasures might have to wait another season, because after two months I felt I was still busy moving into our new house.
She responded with an understanding smile, "Well I guess you've just got to take it day by day."
"More like hour by hour," I replied, with a tired chuckle.
I'm 45 and if I'm lucky I'll live twice long, it only seems that the next half of the journey will go twice as fast.
Guess, I better buckle that seatbelt.
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