This happens every year, and every year I am as shocked and horrified by it as the year before. I swear, I never learn and I know I sound like a broken record, but can you believe there’s only 71 days left of 2015?
While I know there are perfectly logical explanations for why we perceive time to go by faster as one gets older it still freaks me out. I clearly recall how as a child, a year would feel like a decade.
When you’re growing up it is natural and expected for things to change dramatically from one Christmas to the next.
Everything from your shoe size, your friends, your understanding of maths, your hobbies and even your interest in the opposite (or same) sex changes year on year.
You experience a dozen things for the first time and make memories that will last you the rest of your life.
Because you’re experiencing so many new things your life markers are so much clearer – who doesn’t remember their first romance or the first time they had their heart broken?
But as you get older, these new experiences dwindle and time seems to flow more solidly, but also more relentlessly. Life doesn’t really change anymore and we see the passage of time reflected in other things outside of ourselves.
Our children growing up, our parents getting older, saplings turning into trees, Grey’s Anatomy reaching 12 seasons…
You get the picture.
So I’ve decided, instead of just waiting for time to flow past me, I’m going to jump back into the stream. I’m going to start gathering new experiences like a child fresh to the world and make the flow of time feel more erratic.
And I’m going to start now. I have 71 days to make sure 2015 will stand out in my mind and I’m going to give it my all.