When I was a kid, time moved quickly when I was doing something I enjoyed: playing with my friends, watching TV, reading, seeing a movie.... And it moved sl-ow-ly when I was doing something I didn't much enjoy: sitting in school listening to a boring teacher, having to do homework, doing chores.... And the years went slowly, too. It seemed to take forever to be an adult and able to move out and be on my own.
When I got older, the same held true. The fun things were mostly the same, but the things that were boring were now: work, trying to stay awake during boring meetings....
So when did the workday start to zip along? Sure, it starts slowly enough, but at some point, I look at the clock and am startled to see it's 3 or 4 p.m. Sure, some days just drag, but others, like today which had threatened to be a real slow one, seem to fly by in an eyeblink. And the years? Where do they go? How did it get to be the end of November when it was just July?
When did all this happen and why wasn't I sent a memo?
I must be getting old.