Looking for the pause button is how I think of it. When every time you turn around it's Friday again, and everyone seems so happy it's the weekend again, but all you can think about is, another week has gone by in the blink of an eye, and why aren't I any closer to where I want to be? So the dream is to find the pause button. Instead, it feels like fast forward. So much of my life lately feels like that. This anxiety about being behind is why I'm still up at 1 AM; the fact that I'm doing nothing more than writing this post is what gets me into this situation in the first place.
Above is a scan of a collage necklace I made years ago. It has no direct relationship to this post.