It’s really quite ridiculous. Here I am, retired, and finding myself without a second to even sneeze. Busy, busy, busy.
Friends phone me up to arrange a coffee date, and we find ourselves one or two weeks hence into our diaries … because its ten days before I have a free slot – crazy! Anybody would think I was a top flight executive. Any day now I’ll need a Social Secretary to manage my diary.
People often say “You keep yourself so busy!” either in tones of admiration or condemnation (delete inapplicable). Not so. I’m not deliberately trying to keep busy. It’s just that there are so many interesting things to do or see. Plus there are my weekly addictive sessions with Mah Jongg and Scrabble. Not giving those up!
And then there’s the theory that as you age, time speeds up in an inverse ration to your age – or something – I’ve never grasped that. I know I should, but I haven’t. I remember, when I was about 5 or 6 years old, how it took FOREVER for Christmas and your birthday to come around again, whereas nowadays I’m clutching my forehead and gasping, only another 62 days until Christmas – where did the year go?? Never mind the Christmas juggernaut rolling towards us – lately I wake up in the morning, and find that its Friday again,! Dammit, we just had Friday! Where on earth did the week get to?
I’m definitely running out of time.
Recently a psychic told me I have another 20 years left to me before I depart this mortal plane. Yes, well, no fine … On the one hand I was immensely cheered because it means I now have time to finish my Fantasy novels. And it may take that long. I felt as if I’d been given a gift: another twenty years! Wow! But on the bad days, it doesn’t seem like such a bonanza.
There’s an old saying “Man proposes, God disposes”. Perhaps the best thing to do is live each day as best we can. An old song had the line yesterday is history, tomorrow still a mystery and all we really have is NOW, just this moment, as the Buddhists would say. And this moment. And this moment. That old American hippie, Ram Dass, once wrote a book titled “Be Here Now”. Pretty good advice.