Is it really May? Spring has sprung? No joke? Where did the time go?
There it went.
I'm happy with my current pursuits, my family is healthy, and life is good. I have little room to complain. Still, there just aren't enough hours in the day. I find myself wondering why it took me so long to finish that book (if I finish it at all) or call back an old friend. I am excited about starting new art projects, but it's not happening. I keep tackling the inbox and running out of time...
"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans." Indeed, John. Indeed.