It’s About Time

*Huey Lewis sang about it 

*Michael J. Fox Drove a DeLorean back-and-forth through it

*New York Times best-selling author Ryan North penned a must-have survival guide just in case you ever find yourself traveling through it.

As we “spring forward” this weekend, we couldn’t help but think about time. Some say it flies, others are convinced it drags on and we ponder whether or not we would like to travel through it.

Brooke (60-Something Baby Boomer)

Forward or back? This one’s pretty easy for me. We all know what happened in our past (though we continually tend to ignore it), but the future?? Nope. Way too scary. And those spandex unitards are super unflattering.

So, it’s back to yesteryear for me. Specifically, the 1920’s. Also, I’m filthy rich. And that’s old money. This is my fantasy and I’m not some nouveau riche parvenu. I don’t want to play unless those ropes of pearls and bejeweled headbands are the real thing.

The Roaring Twenties represented freedom from Victorian Age restraints, both literal and figurative. In addition to women’s suffrage, the era has been described as “…a hedonistic interlude…a decade of dissipation, jazz bands, raccoon coats and bathtub gin.” Yep. Sign me up.

Of course, a girl needs her rest so, when #flapperlife becomes all too frenetic, all that old money will book me passage on a luxury liner to Paris where I’d take up residence as a much-loved member of the Lost Generation, a group of expats defined by youthful idealism; heavy drinking and multifarious love affairs who wrote novels considered to be literary masterpieces. Sounds about right…

I picture myself slouched in a Left Bank café, the very picture of louche sophistication and world-weariness, downing gin rickeys and penning my next blog piece. Tune in for that one, gentle readers!

Lindsay (Fabulous 40’s)

I would love to go back in time.  I don’t know the exact year, but like every entitled only child, I want to make my own time!

I want to be of the age where I ate everything, never gained a single pound, stayed a perfect size 4 and all of my parts were taut (no exercise needed) and I want to enjoy it!!  I want to break out some Daisy Dukes and a little tied crop top and own it. I want to go back in time when cell phones were around but expensive and rarely used. Why? Because I only want to call someone if I need to be rescued, I do not want to be constantly available. Wait people, just wait. Your lack of planning is not my emergency, I cannot handle it while driving 70 MPH down a freeway.

I want to go back to the time when you were in a car with a bunch of people and could not remember the name of a song and, at the end of the night, you still didn’t know because Siri. Alexa or Google were not in your pocket. People had time to think and take a breath, which this world could definitely use more of.

I want TV with more than three channels, and no I don’t want to get up to change the channel, but I could use less than five thousand channels and dozens of apps for TV viewing. An easier time, quieter and slower. We have so much to juggle today, I can’t even relax when watching a riveting show…I find myself simultaneously playing candy crush or doing a crossword puzzle on an app. I want to go back to doing crossword puzzles in a book, with a pen, not because I can but because that is all that exists. BUT…. I am not giving up Amazon…so I’m squishing about 15 years into one, because I’m not totally insane.

Amanda (30-Something Millennial)

Can I stay right here?! I’m not even sure that’s the best choice given the recent state of affairs. BUT I’m a firm believer of the past being the past and I’m not sure I want to ruin the surprises of the future, which is wild for me to say because I love nothing more than a plan.

I didn’t think I was a “live in the moment gal” but after thinking this one over, I am. I have no desire to go back to Downton Abbey days for sure. If I had to go back to a particular decade, I think I’d like to hang out at Studio54 in the 70s. As an 80s baby and 90s kid, been there, done that and I don’t need to relive low-rise jeans. Ever. Heck I’m a girl that’s never even seen the movie, Back to the Future so I’ll just keep chugging along and avoid the time machine.

Karen (F’ing Fifties)

I do not wish to travel back in time, like Amanda states above, “been there, done that.” Don’t get me wrong, I would give anything to go back and spend more time with loved ones who have passed, surround myself with all my former pets, re-live all of my favorite moments and perhaps, even learn exactly how you get to Sesame Street. Of course, knowing what I know now, I would certainly do a lot of things differently, but, Marty McFly taught us that doing so comes with its own risks and I certainly don’t want to “butterfly effect” any of them out of my life (or my memories).  I’d rather get a glimpse into the future, but not too far, like maybe next week. I’d like to know the winning Mega Millions numbers.

What would you do? Would you travel thru time?

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