The other day, I was driving to work and suddenly I wondered, "How did I get this far?". Seriously, I couldn't remember driving for what felt like 30 seconds and no, I wasn't texting. Routine makes us miss moments, all the time. Granted, the driving situation is scary and shouldn't happen, but it does. When we do the same old thing, time passes quickly. I have zero knowledge on this subject but this [non-scientific] quote makes a lot of sense to me:
Incase you're mortified that I quoted a buffersocial blogger...here's a nerdy, neuroscientist saying the same thing using more words:
I had a choice on Thursday night, watch Netflix or go out and get ahead on shooting a video for a freelance project. I knew watching TV would make the night go by in a flash [mindless much?] so I took the high road and headed to the Deschutes River Trail. When I shoot video I lose track of time, Jake can attest to it. I've dragged him on lots of shoots promising I only needed a couple of shots. Once I start paying attention to the light and the strange symmetry in nature -- life gets substantially longer and better. I wish I would remember that more often. Here's a few stills from the video I'm working on.