Oh look, it's May.

Oh look, it’s May. Didn’t that just sneak up on us in the middle of the street wearing a balaclava and demanding our money. Just me? I read a thing by some scientific types not that long ago that said time actually does go by quicker as you get older – not because the clock ticks any swifter, as it were, but every day gets a proportionally smaller part of your life with every other day that passes.

It’s true – a little baby friend of mine recently came back from a three-week trip abroad, and it meant that he had spent nearly 10% of his life away over there. Every day is a voyage of discovery when you’re a baby, learning new things and constantly growing and developing. It’s amazing to see, the complete opposite of our clock-watching, almost-the-weekend, what-am-I-going-to-do-this-evening culture of pinning our hopes on the next thing.

I’d love to have the eyes of a child (although they’d fall out of my head, that thing about a baby’s eyes being the same size as an adult’s is a myth apparently. They start at 50-75% of full size depending on who you listen to…) and view the world with that inquiring innocence. Perhaps May can be the time to change things. Except I just don’t have the time.