Time often feels that way, no? Too much or too little. I'm sure I'm not the only one who's thought about taking time from the doctor's waiting room and putting it into my morning snooze time. But the only option I can think of, other than numbing out and ignoring this frustrating and stilted flow of my days, is to have a different relationship with time.
That starts by noticing my assumptions and reactions to my circumstances. "The days are long but the years are short." What's my part in that? Am I resisting the activities of the day to the point that I don't even notice them passing? Am I putting off, say, spending time with the kids in my life knowing they'll be there next week too, only to find they've changed so much we have to develop the relationship anew?
The most powerful thing about time (in my opinion at this moment, which may change in the next moment) is that all of us - vegetable, animal, mineral - have the same allotment.