My blog has sort of become my journal.
Not the kind of journal where you reveal every dark secret. But the kind that gets left on the shelf and abandoned while your life races ahead, and where time falls through your hands and you forget that things happen that need to be recorded, and remembered.
Sunday brought a three hour church meeting, where we discussed the importance of time management.
I cried.
And cried and cried and cried.
I made an important realization. I've let so much time go to waste, wasted on things I felt important, or not important at all yet just for the pure enjoyment of. What I really should have done was made that time roll over, because I would cash it all in now.
Time has left me.
