Days, weeks, years are picking up speed. It’s amazing how slowly time passes when you’re a kid. Always anxious for the next age milestone to get here NOW. Somewhere in your twenties, it starts to speed up. Just a bit at first. Then gradually it starts to pick up a head of steam, so gradually that you don’t notice it until you’re in your thirties. By the time your forties arrive, you’re getting car sick at the scenery whizzing past you. So the rhetorical question for today is: how do you stop it from becoming a roller coaster rocketing downslope to death from here? How do you stop to smell the roses without falling asleep in the meadow for a decade?
Life Begins at 41...or maybe 43 