I know that the date today is October 11, 2015, not 2014, but how did it come to be so. Of all of the memories I recall in the last 365 days, there is one that clearly stands out. I don’t know or understand why, but it does. I was brushing my teeth one night before bed and I distinctly remember looking at my watch, which read Oct 11, and I pondered how fast the year had gone. That was 2014.
As they sang in the Broadway hit, Rent, that memory was five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes ago. So how should I measure this year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights or cups of coffee, in inches, in miles, in laughter or strife?
I don’t have the answer, but I do know that the older I get, the faster time goes. I will remember this October 11, 2015 and hope that when I blink and another year has gone by, that I will feel as blessed and as happy as I do today.