TWO KINDS OF PEOPLE, TWO KINDS OF TIME

I’ve been thinking a lot about time passing lately. My father died when he was 56 and because I have a lot of the same issues he did, healthwise, though with one major difference, this year…the year I am 56, has been a little fraught for me, mentally. Like many adults, I often boggle about how fast time goes. I read once that it has to do with the fact that as an adult, you’ve already done many things at least once, and therefore, they seem to go faster the second (or third or eleventyth) time around, because you know...