The Speed of Life

There is more to life than increasing its speed.
~~ Mahatma Gandhi ~~ (1869 – 1948)

     This is something I have to admit I’m desperately struggeling with right now.  I don’t do much different then when I lived in Louisiana yet now, I feel as if I do.  I feel like there was a distinct barrier crossed sometime between Louisiana and here and my life sped up an epic amount.  Maybe it’s because I am only home for maybe 4-5 hours a day that I’m awake and the rest of the time is sleep time.  And that’s not much.  So maybe it’s because I have to cram in those 4-5 hours so many things. 

Weekends are a little better.  Sleeping in for me has progressed to 7:30 in the morning.  Hey, don’t knock it.  When you get up at 5 am every other day you cherish those 2 1/2 hours more than you thought you would.  I don’t resent that I sleep so little.  I know I can rest and relax on the weekends a little more.  Sometimes. 

So why does the speed of my life feel like I’m in mach 1?  I haven’t changed much.. *sigh* I guess I have to figure that out.