When you're young, it seems like that old train is just chugging along at about 20 miles an hour. "Come on!" you want to say, "I want my driver's license! I want to graduate! I want to be able to go in the bars! I want to be an adult!"
As you get older, the train seems to pick up speed. "Can my little baby really be in school already, have we really been married 20 years, is that really a gray hair I see?"
The Time Train drags a little into your late 50's and early 60's, at least if you're like I was. "Man, I've worked 50 years, I am so so ready to retire and do as I please with my time." Finally, it happens. You get your Medicare card. You turn in your retirement letter. You work your last day.
And now, you want the damn train to stop altogether for a while. You had to walk right up to old age for retirement to happen but you'd really don't want to get any older. "I think I'll stop right here, thank you very much."
But, nope, darned if the engineer doesn't kick it into overdrive and you're 66, 67, 68 before you know it and next year you'll be 69 (at least if you my age, you will be be) and the year after that, oh, my God, 70!
So, you know, if I had my druthers, I'd just hang out in 2014 for another year but of course, I don't have my druthers and neither does anyone else.
I hear the whistle now. Time to climb on.
I hope you all have a wonderful ride through 2015.