Perceived time versus actual time is such a strange thing to consider. There are so many things, good and bad that feel like they happened just yesterday. In reality, yesterday was a normal, busy day at work that had nothing extraordinary about it. Sometimes I have to actually think about how much time has passed to get me to the point I am. It has been months and months, yet more often than not it really feels like it all happened yesterday.
This week flew by in a flurry of long, busy, exhausting days that were gone in a flash. I used to dread weeks passing quickly because weekends were the most difficult. Two days of empty time with no one to help fill them. Now I look forward to every weekend. A few days that I can sleep late, get things done and take off on an adventure. I still wish someone was around to help me fill the time, but unlike before the being alone does not terrify me.
Time truly is an amazing thing.
Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.