TIME

It seems that living my life has a frenetic quality that accelerates with age. I cannot pack enough things I want to do in between the things I must do each day. I sometimes think it is that urgency that gives me the enthusiasm and the drive to live each moment as fully as I can. I have many more placid friends and sometimes I envy them as they stroll aimlessly through their days. I would love that sense that tomorrow is empty and can be filled at my leisure. Instead I keep thinking: one more telehone call, one more story, one more dance ....one more joke.
Perhaps this is my way of trying to do what I am here for: to live...and to do this completely. Then again it may be because I am an obsessive compulsive.
Either way, it makes everything very interesting, very exciting and most important: fun.