There I was - rolling along in my 40s with kids, a job, bills, trying to get to the next paycheck. Next thing I know, I wake up in my 60s. I have no clue how that happened - I was just hitting my stride. Guess that's the trick - times seems to move sooo slowly then you wake up and a chunk of years are gone. And, time is moving faster and faster.
Maybe that's the treat - recognition that time isn't as endless as it seems. So, I'm not saying stop to smell the roses - you could break a hip bending over LOL - but maybe we need to consider that moving slowly is a blessing instead.
Happy Halloween!
I say AMEN to moving slower. At least those trips and falls in life don't seem to hurt quite as much!
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