As the song said, “Slow down, you move to fast, got to make the morning last!”
From the time I can remember, I was always in a hurry. Hurry up and start shaving my legs, hurry up and wear makeup, in a hurry to discover boys, hurrying to date, hurrying to be a grown up, hurry up to discover sex, hurrying to do all the adult things that laws said you had to be of a certain age. Hurrying my life away.
Then when I because certain ages, I was still in a hurry. Mornings turned into high speed chases against the clock to get to work on time, to spend many years in jobs I didn’t like just to get by. Working several jobs at a time to make ends meet. Speeding through the weekday to cram every little thing I could possibly think of to have a little fun, if I wasn’t working the second or third job.
Maybe life would have been a little easier if I had just slowed down and continued my education through an university and not through the school of hard knocks. Or not, I didn’t do all that badly, it just took me longer than most. Even more educated people than I have tougher lives in their old age. Life never seems to go according to plan.
Through in changing jobs, moving from state to state, marriages, children, divorces, parents that need help, there was always something changing the game plan. I see now that all of that didn’t really matter if I had only realized that I too could one day live to be this age. I could have slowed down and enjoyed life more. All those things that I hurried to do in my youth, which by the way seemed to last until I was almost sixty, I could have done at a much slower pace.
Would have made so many mistakes, who’s to say? We go forward not backwards. Now, it does seem that when the clock is ticking away towards the golden age of seventy, I want to hurry again. My clock my well indeed be running out and there is still so much more I want to do in this life. My clock seems to be moving faster while my body and brain seems to move a bit slower everyday.
To my younger self, I would say, “Slow down, enjoy every minute for what it is, not what you wish it to be. ”