You know that feeling? The one where you've just woken up. You've clearly overslept, you look at your watch expecting the hands to point to about twelve thirty, but in actual fact they point to about half past three? Another day down the drain.
I did this today and it left me thinking, how many days do I have to waste? When people are terminally ill, family members beg and pray for just one more day with their loved one.. Do we really only value time when it's the only thing by which the life and loss of a substantial other hangs? Did we value time as much when we were all at home, and slept all day when we could be doing something much more worthwhile?
Today I feel determined, and enthused to make as much of this life as possible.
Enny.
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