Brotherton: Life in the fast lane

Can you believe we’re more than halfway through 2018? Where does the time go? It seems like yesterday I was shopping for Christmas/Hanukkah gifts, filing my taxes and dressing in heavy winter clothing. Before you know it,  it’ll be Labor Day, we’ll be putting the air conditioner back in the basement and the furnace will kick on.

What gives? It’s already the end of July, for heaven’s sake.

I was born in 1953, and time seems to pass more quickly with each ensuing year. My “old” pals feel the same way. It makes no sense. Does time really move more quickly as we age?

All I know is that 2018 is zipping by at a dizzying pace.  

Willie Nelson asked “Ain’t it funny how time slips away?” Kenny Chesney sang “Naw, don’t blink. Life goes faster than you think.” Luke Bryan wrote “Sixty seconds now feels more like thirty. Tick-tock, won’t stop, around it goes. Sand through the glass sure falls in a hurry.”

It’s said that time flies when you’re having fun. I’ve always had fun, even when I was young and months progressed at a normal pace. Now, even if I’m not having fun, time flies.

Seconds sometimes tick by, but the days on the calendar and entire seasons race by. It’s weird.

It was three years ago this month I “retired” from the Boston Herald and returned to the Item. It seems like yesterday.

My dad and mom have been gone 20 and 16 years; it seems like ancient history, even though a day doesn’t go by that they don’t cross my mind.

I can remember where I bought nearly every album in my music collection, but I can’t recall what I had for dinner Friday night. Why is that?

When I was a student, the school year seemed to last an eternity. But summer vacation was over in a jiffy. Scientists have studied this phenomenon and come to varied conclusions. When we are young, everything is new and stands out as a milestone. When things are new, they are more exciting or harrowing, the theory goes.

Maybe the school year dragged because I was a horrible student and only had 12 years of experience to reflect on, instead of my current 65. Each year now is a smaller percentage of my days on Earth.

My life is more routine these days; one would think time would move slower since everything is more familiar. But it doesn’t. When my wife and I sit and do crosswords together, even the difficult Sunday ones, the time goes quickly, but we look at the clock and are amazed it’s taken us forever to complete the puzzles.

If I packed my days with new adventures, took classes, learned languages, volunteered at the senior center, traveled a lot, I’d guess that time would move even faster? But what do I know? Brainiac Albert Einstein theorized the faster we go, the slower time goes and the slower we go the faster time goes. Doesn’t make sense to me. Vacation weeks seem to zoom by faster than work weeks, after all.

Only one thing is certain. Time is precious and we should enjoy and savor every single minute.

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