I’m trying to figure out why I have so little time. The kids are grown and gone and the job and responsibilities and commitments are pretty much the same. But I have less time than I had years ago. How is this possible? I’m not sitting around. I’m busy from the time I kick out of bed, til I crawl back in at night. But it feels like I can’t catch up with myself and the weeks and months just fly by. How did I do all those things, years ago, when I also had little kids to take care of?
Maybe it’s because I’m slower. Maybe I vacuum slower, wash dishes slower, fix dinner more slowly than I used to. Possible but hard to prove. I never timed myself doing any of those things.
We do live further away from everything than we did when the kids were little. That takes more time each day, each trip. But then again, I’m no longer carpooling kids to and from school and their friends and after school events and weekend parties.
Maybe I’m just spending my time differently. We didn’t have computers and the internet when the kids were little. But then, I used to sew clothes and do calligraphy and cross stitch when the kids were little. Haven’t touched any of those things in years.
And then the light bulb went on!
I’m entering the fall of my life! (I think. I Googled “seasons of life” but couldn’t find the actual equinox for the fall of life. But I think I’m in it.) And what happens in the fall? The days get shorter. That’s it. It’s not my imagination, it’s not because I’m slower or just filling my time with too much computer use. It’s just a fact. My days are shorter than yours, ‘cuz I’m in the fall of my life.