You can do anything you want, just not everything you want. Andrew always tells me this, and never has it resonated more with me than right now. Time seems to have slipped away from me since Christmas, and to be honest, I'm not sure exactly where it has gone.
It's not that I'm wasting it. In fact I'd say I've been very consious of the time I have recently. It's not that I have so much on my plate either. There's a sort of constant movement to my life, but it's a gentle one - not pulled and pushed by battering tides, but more like floating slowly down a river inexorably moved forward by the current.
But there can be no denying that it is passing. Things I want to do right now are put off: I'll do it later, I'll do it tomorrow, I'll do it next week. Always forgetting that next week there will be the same bottleneck of time.
I freely admit that I tend to be optimistic in the things I can accomplish in any given day. It would be nice to be able to freeze time for an hour now and then, but since we cannot, the only thing we can do is decide what to do with the time that we do have. We all have 168 hours a week - the trick is using them wisely.