By Britt Schroeter
As we age time seems to go faster and faster. Time becomes a thief in the night. You wake up and ask… how did I get here? It’s a fair question. I don’t fear death, but as the Kenny Chesney says, “everyone wants to go to heaven, but no one wants to go now.” Since Bill and I have started traveling we realize it has slowed time. A week feels like a month. A month feels like a year. Fascinating and something Bill and I contemplate. Why is this? We have realized it is monotony that makes days run together and makes time indistinguishable. When you do the same thing day in and day out, your mind can’t distinguish day to day, it blurs time. Like looking out the window of a train barreling through the countryside. Blurred time passes fast. When you change things up everything reverses. Wake up, travel, learn something new, meet new people, explore, create, take some risks. It will slow time. Time gives you space to love and grow. Time opens room for peace and gratitude. Take back your time, before it’s too late.
