Does it? Does time fly? Sometimes it just creeps. Perhaps it marches on. Or maybe, it crawls.
Tonight we lose an hour in order to "gain" an hour of daylight. I will spend time resetting clocks in the house.
"People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but 'actually' from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint--it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly...time-y wimey...stuff."
Why this seeming fascination with the concept of time? This isn't actually the direction I intended for this post. I'm starting this right around midnight, so that direction is proceeding without GPS. Don't worry. I won't take much of your time.
I simply needed to stop by to commemorate the anniversary of my first blog post on March 11, 2010. So much has changed in seven years, yet so much has not.
How would I summarize the past year or so, based on what I've written? I honored my dad and celebrated my son. I recalled, perhaps even fondly so, some of my nicknames. I was bitten by the PokemonGO bug. I pat myself on the back for what I consider personal social media success. I traveled down memory lane to a time for new friends, and I had to say goodbye to the dearest of "old" friends.
Do I write often, or even regularly? Not really. Nobody's clamoring for my next post. It looks like last year I managed to write about once a month; overall I've averaged twice a month. That works for me. I'd rather write here when the mood strikes rather than when a self-imposed deadline looms. Have I written anything earth-shattering? Life-altering? Ground-breaking? No, and that was never my goal. But I have shared moments of my life with the world at large. Anyone reading any of my posts will get a glimpse into what makes me...ME. And I have given myself a written scrapbook. Good and bad, I can take a peek at any time into, well, any time in the last seven years of my life.
I may not be able to catch time when it's flying by, but at least I can hold onto a few feathers.
Tonight we lose an hour in order to "gain" an hour of daylight. I will spend time resetting clocks in the house.
"People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but 'actually' from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint--it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly...time-y wimey...stuff."
Why this seeming fascination with the concept of time? This isn't actually the direction I intended for this post. I'm starting this right around midnight, so that direction is proceeding without GPS. Don't worry. I won't take much of your time.
I simply needed to stop by to commemorate the anniversary of my first blog post on March 11, 2010. So much has changed in seven years, yet so much has not.
How would I summarize the past year or so, based on what I've written? I honored my dad and celebrated my son. I recalled, perhaps even fondly so, some of my nicknames. I was bitten by the PokemonGO bug. I pat myself on the back for what I consider personal social media success. I traveled down memory lane to a time for new friends, and I had to say goodbye to the dearest of "old" friends.
Do I write often, or even regularly? Not really. Nobody's clamoring for my next post. It looks like last year I managed to write about once a month; overall I've averaged twice a month. That works for me. I'd rather write here when the mood strikes rather than when a self-imposed deadline looms. Have I written anything earth-shattering? Life-altering? Ground-breaking? No, and that was never my goal. But I have shared moments of my life with the world at large. Anyone reading any of my posts will get a glimpse into what makes me...ME. And I have given myself a written scrapbook. Good and bad, I can take a peek at any time into, well, any time in the last seven years of my life.
I may not be able to catch time when it's flying by, but at least I can hold onto a few feathers.
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