There was a little Fall nip in the air this morning, and I had to break out my long sleeve flannel shirt. But by 10 o'clock it was T-shirt weather again.
I don't know where the summer has gone, it seems like I just got to Denver a couple weeks ago and now here it is Fall already. I can recall some mini-vacations that went by in the blink of an eye, but the rest of the summer seems but a blur that passed too quickly to make an impression on me.
I try every day to slow time down by reminding myself to enjoy this day, this hour, this minute, but instead the time roles on seemingly gaining speed day by day with me watching each hour slip through my fingers.
Why can't my time feel like it did when I was working for a living? Each hour dragging on forever, no end to the endless days, and weeks that felt like months. How miserable would I have to make myself to feel like that again and make each day slow to a crawl?
I guess its true what they say, "time flies when you're having fun". But I don't think it's the fun because a lot of my life now is not necessarily fun, in fact anyone looking at it would say it's boring. No I don't think it's the fun times, I think it's something else. Maybe it's the contentment, or the inner joy of living this full timing lifestyle, or maybe it's the freedom, the freedom to do what I want, when I want, or the freedom to do nothing at all. I'm very good at doing nothing at all, and I do so at every opportunity. Maybe that's why my current life brings me so much happiness.
The first Fall leaves I've seen in my neighborhood.