As a child, I remember wishing time away. It seemed like it would take forever to get to the weekends. Boy, have things changed, now that I'm in my 60s! Come Monday, I have high hopes. I start with a list of things I need to accomplish. It's a variety of
As a child, I remember wishing time away. It seemed like it would take forever to get to the weekends.
Boy, have things changed, now that I’m in my 60s!
Come Monday, I have high hopes. I start with a list of things I need to accomplish. It’s a variety of tasks ranging from making phone calls to knocking a few chores off my list.
Back in the day of dial phones that hung on the wall, phone calls took a few minutes. You’d dial up the company or person you needed to speak with. They would answer. There was not any press one for English, two for Spanish. There wasn’t a verification of who you were, asking you to provide, your address, email and perhaps your first born! Very rarely, did you get transferred to someone else to help you. The person on the other line would have a solution and that would be it.
What I perceive to be a five-minute phone call often stretches in 30 minutes. My mom is in her 80s, so I’m often making her phone calls. I do a pretty good impression of her!
After a few frustrating calls, I move on to chores. I’m not sure why, but I always underestimate the time it will take to complete something. Perhaps it’s because I don’t allow for stopping to look at things and reminisce. Recently, when starting a project for my granddaughters, I spent more time poring over the pictures and remembering the moments.
I remember being younger and my older clients or friends would say that the older you got, the faster time flies. Now, I believe it.
So here it is, Monday morning … I have my list, but you know what? I think it’s a nice time for a bike ride. I’m learning to live in the moment!