It is not a myth, but my personal perspective that as we age the days, months, years, and season do increasein speed. The number of years of my life have never distressed me but in my yesteryears there were disruptions that left scars on my identity and seasons where few were the choices I was given. The journey of reflecting on yesterday and how it continues to cast a shadow into the present is a path worth surveying. I’ve moved into the golden years, and as I consider the chapters of my life, I’m left contemplating what has been uncovered in my heart, mind, and soul.