What if June were the start of the new year? It kind of seems like it should be—starting the year with Summer and nice breezes and sunshine, drifting into Fall and then quickly into Winter. The end of the year would be Spring, a celebration of flowers and rain and hope for the next year. Holidays would be in the middle of the year, a welcome rest amid busy schedules.
What if time didn't exist except for each individual person? It is, in my mind, elastic already. For instance, my grandma has been in her 90s for ages, maybe equivalent to 15 years of my life. I was in college for the blink of an eye, a brief spark in the timeline of my life. I could spend 40 years out on the water surfing, and wouldn't get bored. I wouldn't have to eat, but I'd probably get cold.