Roy: Maturity or Progress?

As a teenager and student, I washed dishes in a cafe, stacked shelves in a supermarket, filled boxes in a factory, cut grass and many more. My governing memory is that the hours dragged by at an incredibly slow pace as I ground through those chores. In fact that feeling was a great impetus for me to spend an awfully long time in the education system - so I would never have to do that kind of job again. Well I certainly got that wish! Now my hours and days are filled with enormous variety such as wrestling with challenges, celebrating victories, sometimes frustrations, occasionally tackling difficult conversations I would prefer to avoid and sometimes trying to solve puzzles so complex that they make my head ache. Before I know it every day its time to go home and put my kids to bed, sometimes while my mind is still buzzing with the day's work. Never a dull moment for sure. I think it is progress and not just that as we mature the hours fly by faster anyway?