I have a theory that time, as we know/judge it, has sped up. I can’t prove it but I’m pretty sure July never actually happened. It was June and then August and now August is nearly over.
It doesn’t matter if I’m busy or not, days just speed by. I looked up at the moon tonight, expecting a sliver and it was half-full. The air already feels like Fall and I’m not ready for it to not be summer anymore.
I worked at my friend’s store today and one of the customers put it perfectly, she said: “I feel like I spent all winter waiting and wishing for summer and now it’s almost over but I didn’t notice it even begin.”
I’m not complaining about this summer. I’ve loved these past couple of months – I’ve gone to cottages, watched concerts and plays outdoors, booze-cruised, had multiple island hangs – I have made the most of it. But it still feels a little lacking.
I have two weeks to turn this around. One week if you take into account my time-speed-increase theory.