Isn't it amazing how time changes for us? You go from one day saying "I've got time for that" to "Holy Crap, I'm running out of time".

I've earned every one of my wrinkles and marks and grey hairs (ok, and even the hair that looks like skin), and don't mind them a bit. But I am running out of time and can't move near fast enough...

Thanks for a terrific, thought provoking post!.