Paradox

How is it that time can move incredibly fast and yet slow at the same time? I am reflecting on this as a result of my ridiculously poor time management, I feel certain. For instance, I know that in a little over six weeks, Matt and I will have our reception here in Tennessee. Sure it SEEMS like that is a long time away, especially since we've been living a-freaking-part! But, since I have every single class piling on research papers, exams, and mind-numbingly boring presentations between now and then, I know that I am going to feel the time slipping out of my hands as I scramble to complete everything! And yet, each night as my husband and I go through our "I miss you. I love you. I can't wait," routine, I feel as though the days and weeks are multiplying, causing the time until we can be together to stretch on interminably long. Paradoxically, I know the next five hours until I have to sleep before rising to complete a take-home essay exam will pass as quickly as if I had merely closed my eyes briefly to blink.