Tick Tock

Do you feel it sometimes? That sense of time passing by so fast that you wonder if you'll ever catch up to it?

I celebrated a birthday yesterday. Another one. When it seemed like I'd already had one.

People talk about the biological clock, the one that tells women they only have so much time to have a child before their bodies will no longer easily accomodate one.

I wonder if there is a creativity clock? Is it possible that one can reach a point, after enough time has passed, that one's creativity, especially if you don't use it, dries up?

I shudder to think so.

But, I don't think there is. Oh, there's no doubt that as we get older our bodies, no matter how well we take care of them, become more fragile, more susceptible to illness and weakness and that our brains too, age.

But we can still keep those creative fires burning, still keep that creativity clock ticking.

We just have to want to do it and make an effort to do so.

Speaking of illness, I believe I've caught a cold. My throat is scratchy and I'm sneezing. Oh joy! Time to find some Cold-Eeze and start sucking on them. Actually, they also come in bubble-gum, so more likely chewing than sucking.

I hate colds!

Ah-choo!

Ciao!