Time. While it is a precious commodity to some, it is squandered by others. It inevitably marches forward. Its passing heals wounds. The older I get, the faster it seems to pass. When I’m bored, I wish it would move faster, as it always seems to slow down. When I am having a great moment, I wish it would slow down, as it is during these moments time always seems to speed up.

My time is usually not my own. People say I operate on “Steve Time”, which is to say that sometimes I do things when I think they should be done, not necessarily when other people expect them to be done. Nonetheless, one of my goals is to ensure that I make the most of and be grateful for the time I am given, as I am realizing that time lost is time I will never get back.