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Sandra Hardie's avatar

I'm 82 with mobility problems. I am definitely moving slower than I did 10-20 years ago. And time seems to be moving faster maybe because what took 5 (objective) minutes at 72 now takes 10 or more. The whole slowing thing is the bane of my existence. I don't want to spend 10 minutes emptying the dishwasher or folding clothes out of the dryer. I want to zip through the mundane boring stuff of life so I can go read a book. On the other hand, I don't want to live in a pig sty either. So the unread books stack up. Bummer.

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Margreet de Heer's avatar

Thanks for these ponderings! I think about this too, even more since I've passed fifty. I've come to visualize time as an ocean, or a succession of ponds: each moment holds tremendous depths and when you dive in, that moment can seem to last like forever. But on the surface it has only been one stroke. I love that saying 'The days are long, the years are short'. Parenting provides some really intense, condensed time. The potential to experience time like that is always there (but let's face it, we're often glad we don't have to intensely live EVERY moment)

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