After almost an entire afternoon of speaking to different people at my doctor's office, I have concluded that I was correct when I decided that this world is moving far too fast for me.

What ever happened to the good old days when one could enjoy a calm conversation that didn't leave one trembling?

I was shuffled from person to person attempting to find some simple answers, and was left with the sense that everyone is running somewhere without a stop. The feeling is not specific to this one office. It is the world that seems to be on a treadmill that just can't slow down.

I may sound mad to some of my readers, but I am sure that what is eliciting this response from me has a direct connection to my age and the world I grew up in, where conversations were one on one, and you weren't shuffled from person to person trying to find a simple answer to a question you needed answered.

Realizing that I have spent over eighty years on this planet, I have to consider that the world in which I live has changed dramatically from the one in which I grew up. If one doesn't select to play the game as it is played, they are left somewhere in the outfield, feeling like a stranger.

I recognize that the world has become a very competitive place, and if one doesn't play the game by the rules that define this generation and wants to be successful, they appear to be left out or unable to succeed.

Most of the time I feel like an observer, not a participant. I want to enjoy a sense of belonging, but this new world is far too busy going wherever they are going, and I just can't stop vibrating with nerves instead of feeling at home.

In actuality, I truly miss the old days, even though they were minus texting and very sophisticated telephones that left messages to which you were unable to respond. 

I also have some problems with computers, with which my husband has far more familiarity. I'm sure that a good class might do the job for me, and using my own machine requires that I bother him constantly with my questions.

I am left with the feeling that I am running a marathon much of the tIme, and want to make it slow down.

I'm not asking anyone to stop living life as they choose, but just wish that for one day I might feel the sense of peace I felt even twenty or thirty years ago.

There is no envy in my words. I have come to terms with the reality of growing old. But as long as I am fortunate enough to be alive, I wish that the world would slow down a bit.

This is not meant as criticism in the traditional sense, only the feeling of tension I experience on days like today.