Impatient

For the most part, time seems to go a little faster as you get older, and this year is zipping by.  It's almost half over.

As a kid, summers zoomed.  The school year dragged.

There does come a time, as a mature adult, when time slows to a crawl.

I have a week off at the end of July.  While I like my job, I'm looking forward to a short break, and it seems vacation time will never get here.

There are no fabulous vacation plans, and it's extremely likely I won't stray far from home.  Still, a week without an alarm clock is desirable.  I haven't had a weekend off since October.

Time might slow down, but you can't stop it.  Maybe if I stop looking at calendars and clocks, the days and weeks will speed up.