It’s Monday morning, November 9th, and I have more things I want and need to do than there are hours in which to do them. It’s as simple as that. And, so, I remind myself once again that I must take life one day at a time. One hour at a time if I need to really keep myself in the moment. So I will break it down into very small pieces of the day, prioritizing and getting the most important things checked off the list and then see what time is left over for things I want to do. And there’s the real issue; I’m at an age now when I want to throw the “need to do” tasks out the window and just pick from the “want to do” list. And in the end I will compromise and do a little of both. Which is much better than how I lived most of my life, doing all the things I was “supposed” to be doing and very little of what I wanted to be doing. It’s a balancing act, to be sure, and at least I’m not falling off the high wire anymore.