You know, the clock just keeps on going. There is no reasoning with it, no arguing with it and certainly no way to slow it down. Bit by bit I seem to make peace with this a little more each year (no matter how much I whine about being old). So now I am creeping my way to age 30 and I am not scared, but somehow I always feel like so much time has passed and of course, so much of it was wasted. Then I get on a kick where I try to get as much done as humanly possible, but suddenly they don’t seem like the important things.