Whizzing. Whirling. Whooshing.
If Dr. Seuss wrote a book about the pace our world, I’d expect frolicking words—swift and speedy, zipping and zapping, romping and rocketing—all dotting the pages.
Some finger point technology, others the never-ending to-do’s.
The cause is debatable, but I sense it deep in my gut. How are we already in the beginning of June? 2015 is almost half gone.
Time is like cash. Hard to earn, easy to spend, difficult to trace.
Sometimes it feels like there’s no spare moment to buckle your seat belt, latch your helmet, or prepare for take off when it comes to change.
I sense it deep in my gut. My hunch is you do, too.