Recently I realized that I have already lived more of my life than what I have
left, and somehow that made me even more determined than ever to make the
most of my time. I think when we get past the age of fifty or sixty, we begin to
think quite differently about our life and what we want to do with our time than
we did perhaps when we were twenty, thirty, or even forty. We realize more
clearly how precious time is, and in my case (and I hope in yours), we want to
make sure that we don’t waste any of it.
Do you ever have plans for the day and then get to the end of it and feel
frustrated and perhaps even a bit angry with yourself? You had a plan that
seemed good, but you didn’t do much of what you planned to do, and, to be
honest, you are not real sure what you did do. You were busy all day, but you
only remember doing fragmented pieces of things depending on whatever
seemed the most urgent at the time. Actually, when you think about it, you must
admit you don’t recall finishing anything significant.