Time—2015

Thursday, August 13, 2015

I used to write about time and how it wove in and out of spaces and decades connecting me with great grandmothers, great aunts, cousins and more ancestors and their friends many of whom, in some cases I never even heard of.

But now in 2015, as I go through this period of anxiety and depression, I find myself thinking about time differently. I think about how much time there is as one grows older. There never used to be enough of it when my kids were young and I was working. Now I count the hours slowly through the day and I wonder as the days accumulate into weeks, and months and years and decades, just what it is that old people do with their time.