How fast does time fly
So what's my excuse for not putting finger to keyboard and writing again? In fairness, back in February when I did announce that I would start writing again, I did have every intention of creating regular posts.
But what happened? Maybe I sound old, but it does feel like only a couple of weeks ago that I posted that blog. Life does seem to be flying by.
I can remember as a child hearing my parents say that the years seemed to go faster the older they got. I remember thinking that was a strange thing to say, because time is time. You can't speed up minutes or days. But they were right. Each year does seem to go faster than the last.
In trying to fathom this out, I started by thinking that it must be a modern phenomenon - a result of all the technology in our always on world. That these gadgets mean that we are able to do things quicker, and in any location.
But now I think of it, when I heard my mother in the super market bemoaning to the check out lady the lack of time she had there were no mobiles, computers or broadband, in fact having more than one TV in the house was a luxury (and I don't mean to sound like one of the Four Yorkshire Men).
So that actually got me thinking that technology has maybe given us some time back, as we are not waiting for the 56k broadband to dial up and download the web page or latest emails. We can now do many things quicker than before. Or, does it mean that are we doing new things that we didn't do in the 70s and 80s, that now take up more of our precious time.
So maybe the answer lies elsewhere.
I then thought it must be the terrible work-life balance that we all seem to be suffering from at the moment, which results in us feeling like all we do is work. There is probably something in that as it means we have less time to play, which causes us to feel resentful towards our work.
The recession has not probably helped too much either. The feeling that we all must work harder and longer to ensure we keep our jobs, again magnifies the feeling of pressure on our time.
I then realised something else. I now have children to fit in too. These little needy nippers have an uncanny knack of hoovering every last energy and second of your already busy day. Making you feel that you don't have a minute left in your 24 hours.
The counter argument of all these pressures is also a lack of choice. Because so many things in our life shout loudly and grab our daily moments it doesn't allow us to choose a couple nice things to do from time to time. There are times when even going to the gym (on my terms) would be appealing, rather than fitting it in a 8pm in the evening or first thing before a meeting.
It is amazing how angry you can get about life if you don't feel you are in charge. You even start saying ridiculous things like "I want to go to the gym", just because you haven't the time or option to choose.
So, the answer to the question of "Where does all the time go" does not lie with blaming modern life, age or technology. The real answer is plain and simple. The older you get the more you have in your life that makes demands on your finite time.
So, to finally give you my excuse for not blogging, the answer is very simple - I AM VERY BUSY AND IMPORTANT!