Time seems to move past quickly now that I have lived through so many years. When I was five, a year was a fifth of my life. Now a year is such a tiny slice of my life span it disappears before I realize where the time went. Anticipation was everything when I was younger. Winter crept into spring, then meandered into summer, and finally ambled into autumn. How I dreaded the thought of going back into a stuffy classroom. How I counted the days until the next school break. It felt like eons before my birthday. Ages passed until I was old enough to drive a car. Waiting is still hard for me but things I wish to happen occur before I’ve had much time to feel the delay of gratification or the clutch of anxiety.
Day 22 (of 31 days of free writing)

Published by Linda Wright
Linda Wright, author of "My Turn: When Caregiving Roles Reverse," now lives in Florida. She has served on the boards of organizations serving people with rare, genetic bleeding disorders like hers. As a writer, she has contributed to several anthologies and is a member of the Tallahassee Writers Association. Linda is married to the Reverend Ms. Robin Gray. View all posts by Linda Wright