Time is so ominous.

Before I had my strokes, I thought I had all the time in the world to accomplish my 99 lifetime goals. Now, I realize that time is finite. It scares me.

What if I never accomplish anything worthwhile. My son, yes, is worthwhile, as is my marriage.

But all this time I spend at work fearing the colleague who wants me fired...WASTE of time.

If I were to die tomorrow, would I want to spend my last few hours tonight thinking of her? Giving her power over me? Of course not.

Guess I'd better not die tomorrow.