
Over the past week, my brain, calendar, and watch have not been on speaking terms.
They've been giving each other side-eye while I stumble through my days, half a beat behind. Iām not late-late⦠just late enough to bug myself and anyone on the receiving end of my time fumbles.
It's not even fashionable lateness. Itās the kind of late that feels like Iām chasing a train that left the station a minute agoāI can still see it, but Iām not on it. And itās moving fast. Without me.
I keep thinking of the classic Steve Miller Band lyric from āFly Like An Eagleā:
āTime keeps on slippinā, slippinā, slippinā into the future.ā
Yeah. That. Feeling.
I want to fly like an eagle. Glide into a groove. Soar through projects, social stuff, and self-care without crash-landing into the couch with a face full of snacks and self-recrimination. But lately, itās more like I flap awkwardly, stall midair, and spiral into yet another āWhat day is it again?ā moment.
Case in point: I just realized yesterday that this weekend is Memorial Day Weekend. Despite being invited to a friendās birthday/Memorial Day pool party tomorrow, the unofficial start of summer didnāt fully register. Itās like my brain opened the invite, read the words, and filed it away under "Thatās a future problem. Or a typo."
Well, future me is here, squinting at the clock like it owes me an explanation.
Memorial Day Weekend has always been this strange, transitional blip on the calendar. Not quite summer, but summer-adjacent. A long weekend meant for reflection, for honoring lives lost in service, for remembering...and also for burgers, swim trunks, and letting go of schedules. Itās a strange mix of celebration and solemnityāa combo I always feel a little off about.
Maybe thatās why my brain delays fully syncing with the moment. Itās not just about logistics. Itās emotional. Time expands and contracts around memoriesāof people, of places, of versions of ourselves weāve shed or long to be again.
I remember past Memorial Day weekendsāsome spent road-tripping, others soaked in sun and chlorine. Sometimes I was with people I love, sometimes I was very much alone. Sometimes I felt the weight of the world. Sometimes I just felt bloated from too many burgers and too much potato salad.
This year, I feel out of rhythm. But maybe thatās okay. Maybe time is meant to slip a little, especially around holidays that ask us to both look back and look forward. To honor and to play. To feel and to float.
So yes, Iāll show up to the party tomorrow. Probably five to seven minutes late. But Iāll be there, a little off-kilter, but present. Maybe thatās the real win. Not mastering time, but making peace with how flexible and strange it can be.
Because I suspect time will keep on slipping, especially as I get older. But if Iām lucky, Iāll catch a few fun moments in the sun before my brain, calendar, and watch confuse and distract me again.
Fly like an eagle, crewā¦tick tock, tick tock!
Clint šāļø
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ON THIS DAY = MAY 24
BIRTHDAYS
1819 = Queen Victoria = British royal
1899 = Henri Michaux = Belgian-French poet and painter
1905 = George Nakashima = American woodworker and architect
1907 = Yoshiko Kawashima = Japanese princess and spy š
1914 = Lilli Palmer = German-American actor
1938 = Tommy Chong = Canadian-American actor and filmmaker
1941 = Bob Dylan = American singer-songwriter and Nobel Prize laureate
1944 = Patti LaBelle = American singer-songwriter and actor
1945 = Priscilla Presley = American actor and businesswoman
1949 = Jim Broadbent = English actor
1949 = Roger Deakins = English cinematographer
1953 = Alfred Molina = English actor
1955 = Rosanne Cash = American singer-songwriter
1960 = Kristin Scott Thomas = English actor
1962 = Gene Anthony Ray = American actor, dancer, and choreographer š
1963v Michael Chabon = American writer
1965 = John C. Reilly = American actor
1967 = Heavy D = Jamaican-American rapper, producer, and actor
1972 = Greg Berlanti = American tv writer, producer, and director š
1975 = Will Sasso = Canadian actor and comedian
1986 = Mark Ballas = American singer-songwriter, guitarist, dancer, and actor
1989 = G-Eazy = American rapper
EVENTS
1844 = Samuel Morse sends a message from a committee room in the US Capitol to his assistant, Alfred Vail, in Baltimore, Maryland, to inaugurate a commercial telegraph line between Baltimore and Washington D.C.
1883 = The Brooklyn Bridge in NYC opens to traffic after 14 years of construction.
1919 = The first gay feature film, Ander Als die Andern/Different from the Others, is screened for members of the press at the Apollo Theater in Berlin.
1940 = Igor Sikorsky performs the first successful single-rotor helicopter flight.
1956 = The first Eurovision Song Contest is held in Lugano, Switzerland.
1958 = United Press International is formed through a merger of the United Press and the International News Service.
1963 = United States Attorney General Robert F. Kennedy met with African American author James Baldwin in an attempt to improve race relations.
1967 = Belle de Jour, directed by Luis BuƱuel, is released.
1976 = Tales of the City column by Armistead Maupin (born May 13, 1944) first appears in the San Francisco Chronicle.
1991 = A View to a Kill is released in theaters.
1988 = Section 28 of the United Kingdom's Local Government Act 1988, a controversial amendment stating that a local authority cannot intentionally promote homosexuality, is enacted. (Fuck Margaret Thatcher!)
1991 = Thelma & Louise is released in theaters.
1993 = Roberta Achtenberg becomes Assistant Secretary of the US Department of Housing and Urban Development (HUD). She is the first openly lesbian or gay public official in the US whose appointment to a federal position was confirmed by the Senate.
I will be 78 on Thursday (29th). If my sense of time is any indication - yes, it gets worse as you get older. My weeks only have 5 days and a month only 20 days. Time passes at a speed that keeps increasing. My father, who wasn't forthcoming about feelings, said to me when he was 91, "I feel like I am driving a car downhill, but it has no brakes. It just goes faster and faster. I have to keep alert in case I crash and die." In fact, he died 3 weeks after his 100th birthday.
If there is no tomorrow, what are we working so hard today for?