The Passage of Time

Zara vest (similar)
Le Chateau sweater (c/o) (similar)
Zara jeans (similar)
Raye heels (c/o REVOLVE)
APC bag
Keltie Leanne Designs ring (c/o)
Madewell rings
Delphine Pariente ring (similar)
Keltie Leanne Designs earrings (c/o)

There are moments when ten minutes genuinely feels like an eternity. I’m not five anymore, so in most of those moments, I am sitting at my desk on a rare slow day, waiting for four o’clock to arrive. Otherwise, I spend most of my life wishing time would slow down. This is a stark contrast to my high school days, when I had to stop wearing a watch because when I wore one, I couldn’t stop looking at it, waiting for time to hurry up and pass. So much has changed since I was seventeen. I could write a thesis on that subject, honestly. My relationship with time would be included in it. These days, I can’t help but reflect on how fleeting it is. Particularly when I look at these photos…

We took these shots in early May, while we were still in Paris. We’d had beautiful weather for most of our trip, but it was mixed with occasional days of utterly dismal weather. In case you’re wondering, utterly dismal weather in Paris is torrential rain, the kind that seems to fall in pail-fulls rather than drops. Sometimes, it comes with high winds that render umbrellas useless. This was exactly that sort of day. In March, those days make sense, but in May they’re discouraging. I remember being annoyed that I had to wear a sweater. And that we had to change our plans for the day to something that would allow us to stay indoors, since neither one of us relished being drenched.

I remember thinking that I wished spring would hurry up and arrive for good, already. But it was a paradox. I realised that even at the time. If spring hurried up, so would summer and then autumn would come sooner. By wishing away a day in May, I was effectively wishing away my travels – whereas, in reality, I hoped they would last forever. So I tried, mostly in vain, to see the figurative silver lining in the very literal clouds that day – but it didn’t work as well as I would have hoped.

These thoughts seem particularly poignant since, somehow, almost without my noticing, we are coming to the end of yet another year. In early adulthood, I often said, “After 2012, I’ll do…” I’m not sure what made me choose that year, but I did. And I allowed myself to put off a lot of responsible adult things I didn’t really want to do until after it ended, because it felt like 2012 would never really come, never mind actually end. It did both. And here were are five years later. I can’t help but think that those five years have gone by faster than all the years leading up to 2012 did. Worse still, time seems to move quickly all the time. It’s almost as if it’s sneaking by when I’m not looking.

Lately, I’ve been thinking it’s not so bad if some parts of life, even the boring ones, move a little more slowly. After all, that’s probably the only way I’ll ever catch up on all the housework I keep leaving, “until tomorrow.” (Although I should probably just accept that the dusting is never getting done.) And everything else on my to-do list, too! Wishing you all a very happy Friday, lovelies.