What I know about time that I didn't know at fifty: it doesn't actually speed up. You just stop paying attention to it. Retireme...

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What I know about time that I didn't know at fifty: it doesn't actually speed up. You just stop paying attention to it. Retirement reverses that. Slowly. Unexpectedly. theoldgreythinker.substack.com


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