How do you measure time?
I chunk it out by events; I look back and try to remember what big things happened around the same time, a year prior. I think about who I was, what I looked like, and what I was doing during that time.
Sometimes it's a photograph that takes me back, or a scent. There are albums I can't listen to anymore as they remind me too much of a particular time, and things I'll never do again, like dye my hair coppery caramel like I did five years ago in an attempt to be more serious and "career-focused" than my platinum blonde university days.
Sometimes, the year zooms by and it doesn't feel like much has changed, and sometimes, recalling the person you were a year ago is as difficult as a tourist trying to find their hotel without a map.
One of the quotes I came across recently by Robin Sharma was,
"Don’t live the same year 75 times and call it a life."
I flagged this quote because it reminds me that our years are supposed to be different. It also helps me to cope with a bad year, and gives me a sense of hope that the next one, will be one to remember rather than to forget. Whatever way you slice it, it's a reminder to embrace change, as well as seek it out.
As long as it doesn't involve caramel highlights.
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