Over the last 12 months, I have come to realize that the older one gets, the faster time seems to move. I remember being a child and wanting time to speed up. I wanted to be an adult, to set my own bedtime, to do grown-up things; little did I know that once I became an adult, I would be yearning for the exact opposite.
I remember when I started realizing how time worked; how the seasons pass in the same pattern, how the annual events and holidays seem to creep up quicker and quicker with each passing year. I was 6 or 7. I remember fitting the puzzle pieces together in my mind of how it was already winter again.
But didn’t it just snow last year? Yes, and three seasons followed that, and here we were again.
I consider that a sort of awakening, a major milestone in my adolescence.I had emerged from the foggy existence of a young child who was being taught to go through the motions of life.
New Year comes, we drink the sparkling grape juice and stay up past our bedtime for one evening. We put away the winter clothes and take out the dresses and sandals. We finish school for the year, and in what seems like the blink of an eye, we’re waving American flags and looking up at the sky as fireworks boom above our heads. Then we meticulously pick out new school outfits and supplies, we pack our book bags, and we return to the classroom. We pack away our summer clothes and switch to long sleeves and pants. We see our distant relatives for the first time in what seems like forever and eat some turkey (we never eat turkey…this is strange). We get a break from school and start saving up change for the Salvation Army kettles outside the grocery store (one of my favorite times of year as a tyke). Santa delivers presents while we’re sleeping (we try to stay awake long enough to catch him in the act, to hear reindeer hooves on the roof, but by golly, we always drift off.) And, as the weather grows cold and the wind picks up, you look to the sky for the smallest hint of snow.
Now, at 23 years old, I look back at the routine of it all. And though I enjoy a glass of champagne (or two) now on New Year’s, I don’t get a summer break (boo-hoo), and I don’t get to enjoy school supplies shopping in the fall, the motions are pretty much the same. We go from season to season as we always have. We celebrate the holidays, we switch from long sleeves to short, then back again.
If 2016 has taught us anything with the international tragedies plastered across the 24-hour news channels and high volume of celebrity deaths, it is that we are not promised time.
2016 is drawing to a close, and 2017 lies ahead…shining with potential.
What if, for this year, we don’t just go through the motions? What if we were to take the time to savor each day like a fine meal? Let’s drink in the hours like a fine glass of wine. Let’s enjoy each day like a grade-A steak (or sad tofu patty, or whatever vegetarians eat instead). Let’s delight in each interaction with people as if we’re relishing a gourmet dessert. Life is a treat. So let’s “treat” it that way. (I’m so sorry for that pun.)
Here’s to 2017!
Next blog post: “New Year, Better Me.” (17 Goals for 2017)