does anyone else feel like time changed?

I know clocks haven’t changed. Days are still days. Years are still years. That’s not what I mean. I mean the feeling of time. When I was younger, a year felt large. Not because it contained more days. Because it seemed to contain more space. More waiting. More anticipation. More moments that felt separate from one another. Now entire months can disappear with surprising speed. Not empty months. Full ones. Months containing conversations, decisions, routines, plans, disappointments, victories, ordinary Tuesdays. And yet they sometimes collapse into memory almost immediately. The strange part is that I don’t think life is necessarily moving faster. If anything, many days feel ordinary while they’re happening. The speed seems to appear afterward. When I look back. When I realize how much has already become the past. Maybe that’s why this feeling is so difficult to describe. Nothing changes about time itself. The change seems to happen somewhere between experience and memory. Somehow years continue to contain the same number of days while feeling completely different. I don’t know if everyone notices this. But every so often I find myself looking at a date and feeling genuinely surprised that so much time has quietly accumulated around me. As if I was paying attention the whole time, and somehow missed how much of it passed anyway.