Time never stops, never slows down and I want to shout “wait for me!” So much to do and I only two hands, one brain and a single heart.
My entire life I’ve been servant, a helper, a volunteer. I had no hobbies and gave freely of my time. Still I managed to fail as a husband, I struggle as a father. I’m very good at my occupation although it no longer excites me. It’s time for some changes!
Is it selfish to want more “me time”? To wake up in the morning and instead of a crisis to manage, how about a cappuccino to enjoy, a friendly voice to share the road?
“If you find a path with no obstacles, it probably doesn’t lead anywhere.” Frank Clark