You can’t accuse me of clogging email queues with incessant notices about new blog posts. I haven’t published a blog post in nearly a year. There are all sorts of reasons for that, but the biggest one is that I simply haven’t had anything to say. I don’t do placeholders. If I can’t tame the babble in my head into something cohesive enough to share, I don’t post.

Still, I’m startled by how much time has passed between posts. I honestly didn’t expect to be away this long.

My mom used to say (maybe too often) that time was whizzing past way too quickly. She knew she had the same 24 hours a day as everyone else, but her hours seemed more condensed. I filed those comments under “things-old-people-say” and just nodded.

You see where this is going.

Mom was right. I get it now. The older I become, the faster time races (although I still try not to say stuff like that out loud).

There are several theories about why time speeds up as we get older. One suggests that a year represents a larger portion of a child’s lifespan than it does a 65-year-old’s, making time seem to crawl for a child. Another explanation notes that because so many experiences and images are new to a young person, there is far more for the brain to process, and time “slows down” as it digests each new bit of information. Conversely, new experiences are harder to come by as we grow older, which creates fewer new memories to use as retrospective time milestones. Age-related changes in our vision and neurons slow the speed with which our brains receive and process the new mental images we do encounter. All this adds to the perception that time is speeding past us more rapidly than it did earlier in our lives.

(We could get into the whole debate of whether time actually exists at all, but let’s save that for another day.)

I have my own theory about why the texture of time changes as we grow older. For me, the acceleration of time (heavily laced with memories) is the Universe reminding us that our stretch on this planet is finite. If there’s anything we feel called to contribute, cherish, and/or explore while here … now’s the time to jump in.

I don’t think any of this is maudlin or morose. As in any good hotel, a well-timed wake-up call can keep you from missing something important.

Maybe you see where this one is going, too.

Publishing blog posts is not on my cosmic “hurry-up” list, but sorting through that babble in my head is. Communicating is. Reaching out is.

So I’m back to blogging. For now.

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