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Remember that old saying about how time goes faster the older you get?
I never believed it when I was a kid and I’d hear an adult saying it out loud - usually, a well-intentioned adult speaking to a child or teenager who was talking about how they wished time would move faster so they could just *insert adult thing here they could do if they were just grown up already*.

Now, I don’t just believe it when another adult says it.
I wish the opposite were true.
That I could slow things down because everything is moving too fast and I want the time I used to spend wishing I was grown up to figure out what I’m supposed to do about *insert adult thing here I have to be concerned about*.

It's a drone. Everybody duck!
(at the US Space & Rocket Center, which I visited
as part of my last trip across the country)


Because then maybe it wouldn't feel like the trip I took across the country three months ago (at the beginning of summer) to celebrate my best friend graduating with her masters' degree was a millennia ago.
And maybe I'd feel like I had more time to do everything I need to do before I close my summer with another trip across the country for my sister and brother-in-law's "Marry Renewal".

Unfortunately, I can't do that because I've not been blessed with the ability to bend time and space to my will on my own.
Guess I'm just not that cool.
Or maybe I'm too cool for it. *shrug* 

Outside of the absurd time and space bending wish, I haven't put a lot of thought into how to actually slow things down.
I think I've just been consumed with all the hats I wear these days as more responsibilities land in my lap.
Chances are very good that the solution is staring me in the face, and I can't see it because some of my hats have started doing more than cover my head.
I'll let you know if I ever reach a conclusion about it.

Until next time,
Cat


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