Funny thing, leap year. While it comes around every four years like elections and olympics, it gets nowhere near that level of attention. Just a day plugged in to correct our calendars, maintain our perceptions of how the universe works.

In a way, it also reminds me. It reminds me how time simply flies by, as if four years does indeed leap by in the time of one. I tuck the blankets around the sleeping kids before turning in myself and I think at how fast it is all going. Weeks tear by like minutes.  And I know I’m not the only one who’s felt that way; there’s nothing new in this realm.

But I keep hoping it’ll slow down here. Or it will be calmer there. On the weekend. During spring break. There’ll be time over the summer.

I can’t help but wonder: are we doing it all wrong? Are we doing ‘life’ wrong?

I mean, really, are we doing things better than our forebearers who churned their own butter? Sure, we’ve got all this technology and medicine and transportation, but what does it get us? Do we really get there faster, or are we just travelling farther away in the same amount of time? We’re not living in the same towns as our parents anymore. We’re not walking to school anymore. We’re not stopping long enough to breathe.

It’s unsatisfying at times, in a very peripheral way, like on the edges of consciousness, just nagging at us on the edge of thought, to be living life with so much potential and yet so much gone fallow.