When I was a kid, I was an obnoxiously early riser. So was my dad, only not just when I was a kid; he’s still an obnoxiously early riser. Only it’s not really obnoxious, because it’s normal.

Anyway, I would get up obnoxiously early (like 6am), and since I was a super nerd,* I would sneak down to the basement and hang out with my dad and do nerdy things like solve math problems and practice my multiplication tables and do puzzles and read books. It was pretty awesome. I was fantastic at math until about grade 10. Then it got difficult, and since I was homeschooling at that point, I never got the guidance I needed and my math skills crashed and burned. Big time.

But that’s totally not the point. We’re talking about my early rising. Because didn’t time just move SO SLOWLY when you were little? Not only did it feel like an eternity between your birthdays, it felt like an eternity between days. I don’t know about you, but tomorrow could never come soon enough for me. There was always something I wanted to do, something to look forward to, something fun. So of course I didn’t want to waste any time sleeping!

Obligatory clock photo...
Obligatory clock photo…

Now? Now time moves so ridiculously fast that I am often left wondering where the day went and how I can possibly have so much left to do and so little time to do it in. On Friday I’m wondering where Monday went and in September I’m wondering where February went. I can go years without seeing someone and I feel like I just saw them, and it seems like the holidays are happening every week. And don’t even get me started on birthdays.

I don’t know where the change officially happened, but I would guess it was sometime around when the insanity of university and grad school happened.

I went through a phase of sleeping in until 10am every day. That was when life was moderately busy. Now sleeping in until 8:30 or 9am is a huge luxury. Now life is insanely busy and moving insanely fast.

When I was little, I hated quiet moments. I got bored in 30 seconds. I’ve since learned to appreciate every quiet moment and soak in every second that I get to do nothing but breathe and be. I think it’s a crucial lesson to learn.

Am I right or am I right?

xA

P.S. I wish I could appreciate quiet moments in a place like this:

RIGHT!?!
RIGHT!?!

*Term of endearment.

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