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T is for Time

T is for Time. We only notice it when it slips away from us.

The clock has to be the most annoying thing every invented. It breaks the day up into chunks that make us rush around to fit everything in. Years tick by as days, weeks and months. With the passing of each year we grow older, wondering where yesterday went and why tomorrow is now today.

 We are never guaranteed more time, yet we always seem to say we'll get to whatever it is that we put off doing today. The more time that passes the less we realize how much has actually passed. 

 Looking back over the years there are days when things seem as if they were yesterday. Other times they feel as if they were a century ago. It is amazing the tricks that the passing of time plays on the mind.

 Have you ever thought of something as being not that long ago to realize a decade or more had passed? 
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Sherri Lackey said…
Yes, I've thought that many times! It really does seem like time is speeding up. :D
April 23, 2013 at 10:51 AM
Laurie said…
Some days it feels like you're stuck in a time warp. :D
April 24, 2013 at 7:32 AM
Anonymous said…
That just happened to me today... I was remembering when I moved to MN from San Diego (1996) and was shocked (SHOCKED, I tell you!) to realize that was going on 13th anniversary in June!!! I'd always thought of San Diego as the biggest chunk of my life, but that was only 20 years... I've been back in MN now for nearly (relatively speaking) as long!!!
great post, Laurie!!

:)
PS: time/clocks/calendars - all reason why I'm reading this 4/24 post on 5/4...
May 4, 2013 at 2:44 PM
Laurie said…
I was just thinking of a man I used to date, at the time his little girl was about 2, she's at least 18 now. One of my friends gave up a child in high school, and it's almost legal for her to make contact now. Funny, it seems like yesterday I was but a child myself.
May 4, 2013 at 4:13 PM
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