Friday, March 05, 2010


Nobody ever told me that when I got to be the age I am, time would hurtle by faster than the speed of light. I kind of thought that in my senior retired years, time would just totter along on a walker or a cane, each minute hobbling by, stretching into long, old-lady days.

Instead, just the opposite is true. It doesn’t matter how early I get up in the morning, there are not enough hours in the day to get everything done that I want to get done. If I get up at 6 a.m., before I know it, it’s 9 a.m.—and then it’s noon—and then it’s late afternoon—and then it’s time to go to bed. Our Arizona vacation is already one-third over, and I feel like it has hardly started.

Especially when I’m with Colbie, the time just flies by. Was that two hours? Unbelievable! Naptime already? Time for bed? Where did that precious time go?

So let me warn all you young whippersnappers out there. If you are waiting for retirement and your senior sunset years to leisurely do all the things you want to do, don’t count on it. Do it now—make the time—travel, write your novel, climb that mountain . . . whatever.

Old age is like Warp-10 speed on Star Trek: the maximum speed limit for the galaxy when you can be at all places in the universe simultaneously. A new day starts, and then suddenly it’s over, blazing by at 500 times the speed of light.


bd said...

This is most certainly true.

Elaine said...

You know what? I have heard this before. I have heard retired people say if you thought you didn't have time for anything before you retired, you most definitely don't have time for anything after you are retired.

Anonymous said...

How about, let us read your novel Rachel????