It's all relative

Relativity sucks. I'm an English teacher, so pardon me for not knowing the scientific details behind the theory of relativity.  I'm sure that relativity does make sense and is necessary to make the world go 'round, but in my eyes, I hate the concept of relativity.

We returned last night from a glorious mountain/lakeside vacation, replete with much relaxation, hiking, and laughing.  Six nights that flew by--driving home from the airport last night, I thought, where did the time go? What did we do for six days that I'm already back in this heat?  My vacation flew by, much to my dismay. 

Unlike grief, sorrow, and pain.  Grief trickles by so slowly, marking calendar days that "would have been," milestones that now serve as sad remembrances as opposed to happy celebrations.  Anyone who's lost either a child or a loved one must know this.  How can my vacation feel so short and my loss of Malachi feel like it's taken so long to overcome?

Every day on the TTC journey and then hopefully on the baby journey feels like a million years.  Waiting to reach the end of the first trimester. Waiting for AF to show up. Waiting for a BFP or an IUI or a transfer. These times feel as if they take ages to pass through. Why? Why don't vacations feel longer and our desperate times shorter? It's hard to believe there can be a scientific principle for this.
Do other women who haven't had losses or haven't had struggles with conceiving ever think about this? It seems like for some women, days on the calendar fly by without so much as a thought. There's no "I just have to make it to this day" or "I'll feel better at x amount of weeks." Why can't the waiting bring peace as quickly as vacations bring a trip home? 

I have no answers to my questions.  I'm pretty sure I will continue to live my life in a series of weeks, slow (sometimes painful) weeks.  And yet my journey's length is only relative to those of you out there who have been struggling years to conceive.  What has seemed to me like a long time (a year) is a drop in the bucket for some of you.  Life feels completely wrapped up in relativity, like some crazy black hole-like vortex. 

I guess the only thing to do is to find the positive in the wait...and for a pessimistic optimist such as myself, this takes time. Relatively speaking, of course.