Every couple months my wife forwards me something from the website Shutterfly. We do a lot of photo work there and periodically they send us emails that say “Your memories from this week two years ago…” (here’s the last one).
Then I brace for the unimaginable. Because opening Alice’s forwarded email, I have the same thought. Every. Single. Time.
I can’t believe that was two years ago!
It seems like yesterday.
Then I smile looking at the pictures, feel a pit in my stomach and move forward into the day. Today that means a morning routine that started at 3:50 am, an hour commuting, finalizing a presentation for a 40 client lunch, confirming tomorrow’s travel details, reviewing a new hire training calendar, 6 scheduled coaching calls, packing for tomorrow’s trip, cancelling a baseball tournament, one child’s swim practice tonight, three children’s bedtime routines (two needing medicine, longer stories there) and countless other duties! That’s not considering the dozens of items happening at home and the boy’s school, while I’m at the office.
All adding up to my thought:
How can the days feel so long, but the years so short?
It doesn’t make sense. But it does. But it doesn’t. And I don’t know what to do about it.