Wow! February already. Where did the time go? I have always maintained that it took me forever to get to the age of sixteen but since then I seem to be looking for those ever illusive-brakes on this vehicle that is propelling me on a down-hill slope and TIME just refuses to heed my pleas to slow down.
Why is it that we don't appreciate time until it becomes a scarce commodity? Now don't get me wrong. I am retired. I do not punch a clock, or report for work for a 9 to 5 job or dash to classes or any such mundane inconveniences that most younger folks are subjected too. I am supposed to be past that stage. Frankly speaking, I'm supposed to be a master of my own destiny now. Still I seem to be on some kind of a schedule that makes free moments difficult to find. I always seem to have a to-do-list that I just never can make disappear.
However, unlike some people, I have never been bored, which in my mind, would be a fate far worse than having a never-ending to-do-list. So I may as well not complain. I am well-off! (And by that, I do not mean money-rich!) But wouldn't it be awful to have time drag?!? That would be much harder to take than having too many goals ahead of me. As long as I don't miss out on anything important, life is still an adventure. So until someone delivers that old order for a 36-hour day, I will just appreciate the fact that I do have prospects for more ventures ahead and that I can at least firmly anticipate shortening my to-do-list!
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