I tried not to blink. Yet, here I am storing Christmas decorations when it seemed as if I just did that. How had a year passed so quickly? What was there to show for it? A few gray hairs? A dog a year older and slower?
My mother always said: appreciate your school years. Once you’re out time flies by.
I remember thinking: not for me. I will hold on to each moment. I will live each moment with mindfulness.
And, here I am, wondering where the past twenty years have gone.
I think I blinked.