For the past couple of days I've been trying to think of a way to talk about time. How fast or slow it goes. How you look back and can't figure out how everything happened in what felt like a short amount of time. Or how long that moment a month ago feels.
Time is everything.
The last two weeks I have been struggling with time. Mainly because it feels like it hasn't been going fast enough. Between visitors and adventures around this tiny island, life moved pretty fast. And then I hit a wall. One in which the last two weeks took FOREVER. Truth be told, I woke up on Monday morning this week wondering how it was still July. Surely this month had to be over already? Not so.
But now, 8-ish hours before August 1st (on this side of the ocean) and I can't help but feel time speeding up again. Three weeks from today my second master's thesis is due. Three weeks from tomorrow is my last full day in Dublin. Three weeks from Friday I am boarding a plane to Boston ad then to Philadelphia.
Three weeks.
Now all I can do is think about time. Will I get it all done? Will I manage to do the last couple things I want to do while I am here? Am I actually ready to leave? Will I miss the city I have been cursing for the last couple of weeks?
We can't stop time. We can't speed it up or slow it down. We can just live it. One minute at a time. One day at a time. One week at a time.
Wherever you are, whatever you are doing: enjoy the moment. Take everything in and know that these moments, even the ones you're wishing and praying to go faster, are the ones that are changing your life.
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