When Time Slows Down

I was having a conversation today about slow motion moments. When you can see something about to happen but there is no time to stop it and it seems like everything slows down as you watch the chaos unfold. Like when you see a child about to fall but you are too far to catch them, or when you drop a glass but can’t react quickly enough to catch it. It’s moments like these I wish I was in an action movie where everyone seems to have super human strength and speed, unfortunately my slow self gets to stand by and watch.

Like the sock in the previous post… I saw it a moment before it got sucked up the nozzle of the vacuum, but there just wasn’t enough time for my body to react. Today I had another one of those moments. Ryan and I were in the grocery store without a cart (mistake #1… it was raining, the carts were wet I thought we could do without). I was picking out cheese; I was three feet away from Ryan (mistake #2). I reached for a package of cheese and when I turned around Ryan had an egg in his hand (he had opened the package and taken it out). This is when time slowed down, all I knew was that it wouldn’t be good; he looked up at me and slammed the egg down into the open package breaking not only the one he was holding but another one still in the package. Awesome.

Here’s to a speedier me tomorrow…