I am okay with all of this. I can't decide if time is moving faster, or if it's just more full in a rich, meaningful, and fully-lived sort of way. The way that doesn't leave you aching around the edges for something to speed up to get me closer to something else that I want. Something that is far away that I have to wait for because that is how time works and sometimes you have to wait. There doesn't seem to be waiting. Just fullness and feeling and presence.