Time has been compressed. You know how it goes.
No, I don’t know how the conversation started.
“I have about fifteen to seventeen years left. I want to spend them as comfortably as I can doing as much as I can,” I told her.
“Why would you say that,” she answered truly upset. “I don’t even think about it.”
“Because it’s true. There’s things I want to do, and there’s only so much time.”
What I didn’t say was that time seems to be flying by at light speed for me these days. I was surprised that she was scandalized. Upset. Time must be standing still for her….perhaps she’s staying always in the now because her husband is so ill. With my much slowed down body, I am very aware that my life is finite. Of course, I wish I wasn’t, but there it is. Seeing my ex-husband, someone I once so passionately loved, someone my age so near death, made time seem even more precious.
The conversation stays in my mind.