I hate being surprised by what day it is. If you hear me say “Where did January go?” or “how is it half way through the year already?” know that I am internally cringing. Moaning about how quickly time is passing is cliché and I don’t like doing it. However, I do feel reassured most of the time when people agree with whatever temporally-dense comment I just made.
Nowadays, if the date surprises me I take it as a sign that I haven’t been very mindful recently. Continue reading