I am stunned that we are in the last week of February…already. I know that as we age, time seems to fly by, but this is ridiculous. I feel as if I just celebrated my 51^st birthday and that was on November 6. Here we are months later, after Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year’s and Valentine’s Day, and March is already knocking on the door.  Perhaps, the seemingly overwhelming pace of life becomes so relentless that days just seem to morph into the next.  I know my days are jammed packed and, before I know it, the end of the week or month or even the year are pau.  Are there any solutions to reviving a slower pace?  I suppose one could cut back dramatically on all one does, but that’s not a practical nor possible for most.  When we eat, oftentimes we scarf down our food without really tasting the flavors or savoring the treat.  That’s how many of us live our lives.  We pile so much on our plates that we’ll motor through just to get to the bottom.  But, if we take smaller bites and really chew to enjoy the delectability of each serving, we will discover things previously unknown and we’ll want to meander instead of sprint through the experience.  So, take smaller bites of life instead of big chunks and maybe the clock will start to tick a little slower than before.