Time has always fascinated, confounded, and frustrated me. My sense of it passing doesn’t seem consistent with the focus of my mind on any given task or activity, and in recent years, it’s flown by faster and faster in the macro; I’ve wanted so much to find a way to slow it down, like I’ll never fit in everything I want to before it’s all over.
And then I find myself anxious to speed it up, to move past a certain moment or day or week to get to someplace new, as if that new place will somehow flow through time at just the right speed…?
And then I just want to stop, breathe deep, and sit without having to say or do anything.
If I could just get Future Rus to come back and give me his time machine!