Doesn’t it feel like we were just taking down the holiday lights and other decorations, pine needles all over the carpet in the family room? This year Thanksgiving and Christmas seemed to zoom by before I could catch my breath or even begin to finish getting ready.
Life is careening by in an instant.
My husband’s theory on the passing of time rings more true every year. He believes that when you’re four, a year is a really, really long time because it’s a quarter of your total life. Days and weeks seem long. But as we get older, as in forty years old, a year is only 2.5% of our life so it rushes by faster than a year at the age of four.
I’m glad I have a few more years to go before forty.
Typing this out sounds funny, but I do believe as we get older time passes faster. I guess that’s why it made sense to me when I read something posted by a writer I admire. She said that when people who have terminal illnesses reach the end they say it felt like life was only 6 months long. She suggested we all live as though we have 6 months to live. My IG scrolling stopped on her post and I thought about my husband’s time theory.
It hit home.
January just came and went. If I sit and think about the next six months and what I want them to look like, this is what I see:
More hugs, more kisses, more snuggles.
I want to go to bed earlier and wake up to see more sunrises.
No more hesitating when I think of a friend and want to call. I want more intimate conversations and less texting.
Date nights with my love and girl’s nights with my girlfriends.
Reading extra bedtime stories to my littles.
A 4-day mini-vacation with my husband to someplace warm and tropical.
Writing letters of appreciation to my family, especially my beautiful Grandma who turns 91 next week.
Dessert when I’m craving chocolate.
A glass of expensive red wine with my best friend who will help me talk it out when I’ve had a shitty day.
More writing with my flowy pen and favorite notebooks and less scrolling social media in boredom.
Time to walk and breathe in the fresh air, appreciate the beauty of nature surrounding me, and allow myself to learn how to meditate.
Listening with focus to new stories and developing new friendships that are built on trust and shared experiences.
More writing, less editing.
What do your next six months look like?