I love my free time. It seems like when my week begins Monday morning it takes forever for Friday at 5 to get here. Then the time between Friday at 5 and Monday morning 8 o'clock passes with preternatural speed. The age old question is why does time go so slow when you are doing something you do not want to do, but go so fast when you are doing something you enjoy? I love Christmas. I love the family togetherness, the food, the gifts, and the Christmas carols. I love going to church and celebrating the birth of our Lord and Savior. I love all things Christmas. There are two ways to look at the passing of time and Christmas. One way is to consider that Christmas 2012 feels like it was only yesterday. The other is, do you realize that at this point, we are almost halfway through the year to Christmas again? My family and I went on a cruise in April. We had a wonderful time taking the kids and spending time with my in-laws Chuck and Karen with their daughter (my other daughter) India. I still remember vividly waiting for the passing of time at work waiting for my vacation to begin. Then the second after my work day ended time went into fast forward mode and my vacation ended as abruptly as it began.
What can be done? Should we stop looking forward to things? I just dont see how thats an option. Having something to look forward to is one of the keys to my happiness. When I have something to look forward to, I am in much higher spirits. Right now we are getting ready to go to my great niece Raegan's 10th birthday party, and I am happy because I am looking forward to it. The unfortunate flip side is after the thing that I am looking forward to comes to an end, I go through a minor state of depression. Sometimes the depression is worse than others. After Raegan's birthday party I will be slightly depressed, whereas after the cruise I was totally depressed and in a funk for a week. For those that have cruised before they will understand my meaning. Unless it was the cruise that got stranded on the boat with poop on the walls.
Anyways I have to go now, but memories are worth the post fun activity depression.
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