Time has some odd properties; clearly, it’s all relative, because it both drags along and whooshes by, depending on your perspective. For starters, it’s DECEMBER now. Holy moly! How is it December? It seems like the last 3 or 4 months just got away from me. (Okay, I was sick for probably half of it, but still…) I was doing some business bookkeeping today and couldn’t believe how long it had been since I’d reimbursed myself for expenses, or billed certain clients, for that matter. The time just gets away; you blink, and it’s gone.
Apparently, though, it goes places you don’t expect: into projects that never end, for instance. I’m involved with a project that was supposed to take place in June. I think they gave me the specs to start in late October. I got no feedback on initial design concepts until last week. Clearly, the word “deadline” means nothing to these people (at least, when it applies to them and not me).
One day, I suspect I’ll wonder where all the years have gone rather than just the months. Actually, I’m afraid I’m doing it already — the fact that my high school class had a 20-year reunion last year scares the bejezus out of me. I feel like I should have accomplished more. But instead I’m still just me… racing around and marking time.
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