Can anyone tell me...

For me, time begins to fly about Wednesday afternoon. In fact, I begin thinking about my weekend on Wednesday morning on the way too work. Usually accompanied with all of the things that must happy BEFORE Friday afternoon rolls around in order for me to actually appreciate the 2 days a week away from work.

Can someone tell me why at around noon or 1 PM on Wednesday, I blink and it is suddenly Friday afternoon? And then I blink again and it's Monday morning again? AND THEN......Monday and Tuesday dredge on and on?

I'm not sitting here trying to pine away my life, I'm just a fan of weekends more than week days and until I am retired, I imagine that will be the norm for me. I also am in no hurry to move this moment along, it just happens?

I watched a fascinating program on Discovery about how time appears to move faster when we are having 'fun' or stimulated, versus slower when we are less stimulated. It's physically true for each of us...when you think of yourself in your own time/space continuum. Our reality DOES move faster for us when certain chemicals are firing off like endorphins, adrenaline and dopamine. The program was primarily based on the discussion of time, when it is believe to have been initially recorded and how time affects us as social beings. As someone who lives somewhere between each second hand and am always early for everything, it was a fascinating topic.

Oh, look at that...it's 12 Noon. WOOP WOOP...time to start the weekend:)