Five days a week, our alarm goes off at 6:05 a.m. Early, but better than 6:00. I exercise and stretch until 7:00 and am showered and at breakfast no later than 7:30. I’ve followed that schedule since we moved closer to my job, eighteen years ago.
My goal has been to be at work by 8:30 and I always am if I have an 8:30 appointment. But when I don’t, I am never later than 8:45. Or at least that is the way it used to be.
Lately, I get to my desk at 8:40 regularly, sometimes as late as 8:50. I’m not doing anything differently, but I seem to have lost ten minutes somewhere.
I’m reminded of my mother’s visits when she was 70-something. Peter and I and the kids would be dressed and ready to go, wondering what was taking “Mana” so long.
I get it that time goes faster as we age, but something else is going on.
It might be…that I am going slower.