There is nothing quite like a birthday to make you contemplate the passage of time. But this year it’s getting weird.

I’ve been aware that our experience of time is subjective since discovering Einstein and relativity, but as I get better at being present in this moment, the only “time” we ever truly experience, the more unreal the past, and indeed the future, are becoming.

  • Have I really been around for 61 years?
  • Are the little people I see in family photos really my now grown up daughters?
  • Have I really been to all those fascinating places and are they all still there?
  • Is my Mum really no longer at the end of the phone waiting for me to tell her about my latest adventures?

I am less and less sure of all of the above with the passing of each day. Maybe it’s my age…