Just this cartoon every month.
When I was a kid, summer felt like forever. The days went on and on, and it felt like I had all the time in the world to play and read. Now, three months go by and it feels like seconds. I was looking at my summer projects list for work and realized that if I got even half of it done, I could consider myself to be highly productive.
Time speeds up as you age. It's a known phenomenon. My sense of time was even more radically altered by becoming a mom. I can actually see time progressing by how tall our toddler gets compared to various objects in our home. (I will be happy when she grows past the "eyes at even level with the corner of the dining room table" stage.)
The pandemic has thrown things even more for a loop. What even is time if every day feels weirdly the same and we can't do big events to break things up?
I know that time is a real thing. But, it feels so much like a construct that I'm beginning to think it's pointless. In some ways, seeing time as something fake is radically freeing. It means we get to live in the moment and just enjoy the present as it happens.
Then again, when my doctor is 25 minutes late for an appointment, you better believe I complain about time.
How has your view of time changed?