The Year: Faster Than a Speeding Bullet
This year only consisted of six months.
At least that's how it seemed.
I tried to notice more things (that whole mindfulness approach) and did but one of the items noticed was that time doesn't march, it sprints.
You whippersnappers out there should realize that you eventually reach an age when time is regarded very differently. My older brother (much older and far less vigorous, of course) recently observed that when he makes a major purchase he thinks, "Well, that's the last one of those I'll own."
Charming. Since he buys a car every two weeks I had difficulty taking him seriously. I also changed the subject.
No matter how old you are, here's my advice: have goals, keep busy, stay in touch with your friends and family, keep learning, and always have a ten-year plan.
In short, don't let the calendar grind you down.