By Mary Friedel-Hunt
So, I bet you are wondering how we got halfway through May already. Or perhaps you are wondering how you got to age 73 or 56 or even 23. I remember my mom at age 99 telling me how fast the years had gone and now I can relate to that. Each year seems to go faster and it is not just older folks who tell me that. I had a 9-year-old neighbor say that to me a few weeks ago.
When I get my paintbrushes out and start to work on a new watercolor painting (as a novice, mind you) the time flies. Suddenly it has been three hours since I sat down in my studio. However, when I am doing something I do not enjoy as much, like paying bills, the time seems to drag. Time is truly all relative.