Thumbing through my planner, I see the days laid out before me.
Ink is scattered across the pages with names and times. Full. Busy.
Life passing by, another page turned, another day comes to an end.
The days sometimes can seem so long, but the weeks, they fly.
Before I know it, time slips through my grasp and another year is gone.
I try and remember that fact when my day is hard.
How precious time is.