Time is an Illusion, So Tell it to Stop Following Me

I am ready to disperse from my pied-a-terre. There is change amongst the days and I feel it, am fighting it, but know in the long run it will be positive.
I found a job, one in which I would not have thought of or rather, thought I could obtain. I am happy with it. I like my surroundings, I like my boss and co-workers. The hours are something less to be desired, but I can work with it.
I am struggling with my relationship as the tug of time is taking hold. My heart is fragile and over-sensitive and yet I have this strange calm in the back of my head that sounds a lot like, "Just keep swimming." And so I do.