Time. Memories. Gravity.

I was just looking at the calendar. August 18th. How did that happen? Time flies. In a week soccer practices begin and Z says he also wants to sign up for kid-wrestling. W is playing soccer for the first time this year. He hasn't played before, ever. He's 10 years old and several of the boys playing at that age have played for years. This fall our calendars will be full with game dates.

I am smiling though. I'd rather be going to see my kids play games and have fun than be stuck in the same routine all the time. Activity is good. Energy is good.

Time seems to pass slowly when I'm doing the same old thing for a long time. Then, when I'm doing something new, different, out of the routine, time passes more quickly, it seems, but it feels like I had more time to begin with so it's like I got more done! Are you hanging with me here?! Time is so weird. Have I mentioned I rarely wear my watch?

The other day I was looking in an old photo album. The faces of old friend and family were frozen in time. I haven't seen some of these friends in years and years. They probably don't look like they did all those years ago any more than I do. Some memories popped into my head.

Now I am smiling again. It's funny. When I think back, recall memories, it seems the memories I remember most fondly are those where I was doing new and different and unusual things... things not part of my routine.

I read somewhere that when time is reversed, anti-gravity results. I think that it's a basic premis of the theory of relativity. I think. Ok, just pretend here for a minute.... So when I go back in time, as in thinking about old memories, and feel lighter, almost weightless, isn't that kinda like anti-gravity?