You know you’re getting older when…

I feel that, as I look at that half-century point which seems to be closing in at a quicker pace every year, there are a multitude of ways that could finish this statement aptly.  The grey hairs, of course, springing up on my head (and sometimes elsewhere!); the wrinkles that have appeared, especially over the past two years; and, most significantly, the way that my body just doesn’t seem to “bounce back” these days.  This is probably the most notable to me, at least on a daily basis, and the most frustrating.  It is, however, the reality of being over 45 – that, at least, is what my trainer/rolfer guy told me this week. Continue reading “You know you’re getting older when…”

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Taking the measurement of time

Time is a funny thing.  There are so many famous quotes and contemplations on the fleeting nature of time, one of the great themes in art and literature.   You know, carpe diem and “Gather ye rosebuds while ye may”and all of that.  However, in my quotidian life (since we’re talking poetics, might as well throw in an SAT word), I rarely stop and contemplate time with a capital “T”.  There are, however, those moments when suddenly we do stop, take notice, examine or suddenly feel the impact of time’s passing.   Continue reading “Taking the measurement of time”