The days and weeks are going by faster. It is a little scary actually. Weeks ago the hours could not be over soon enough. Sometimes I would look at the time every few minutes confused by how slow the day was. Now, I wish everything would slow down, so I could catch up.
I know that time always moves the same, it is our perception that is different. We find ways to fill up the hours. We go the long way home, or take one more loop around the store before checking out. We pick up another hobby or go to bed a little early. When time moves slowly we find a solution.
There are so many things we can do to fill the long hours, to distract us from unthinkable things. At the end it is all about balance. Sometimes it takes a while to effectively juggle everything we pick up along the way. Eventually we make an art of it, as soon as we have it down it all crumbles and we start over again.
It is never fun to pick up the pieces, but sometimes it is amazing how the pieces come together again. Some past times stronger than ever, and others do not seem to matter like they used to. After a while, there is balance again.
Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.