Time is odd to me sometimes, and I don’t know why.
For me, time can fly by when I’m having fun, but when I’m in the moment, it seems to last forever. This can often be amazing, but it may also be a reason I’m a bit too much sometimes.
Understand that when I have time away from something I like, one day feels like a week. A month feels like a year. Honestly, it’s really kind of weird. However, I’m not one to let mere time kill something good, so being the loyal person that I am, people don’t dwindle. Actually, not really loyalty so much as a flawless memory of the positive.
On the flip side, because I really enjoy my work, I can feel like I can get tons done in just a few hours, and it’s awesome, especially if I’m not charging hourly.
Not working, I’ve been able to make some nights seem like a long and blissful adventures.
As much as I may think this has to do with me, it may just be physiological. While it’s medically fine, suppose the average resting heart rate is 50 bpm. Now suppose mine is 65. By default, I’m wired 30% faster then everyone else. Maybe I’m just medically more intense than average person.