My time is precious to me. Being sick makes me realize that. I slow down and in slowing down I realize how fast I sometimes move. Some of the things I do are necessary. Some aren’t. Sometimes I just over do it because I’m in the habit of running all the time. Sometimes it’s because I’m afraid of down time, afraid I’ll feel lonely or out of the swim of things. But today I am seeing that when I move to fast, I forget to stop to smell the roses, I don’t take in the soft beauty that surrounds me because I rush right past it. I miss the quiet pleasure of my day. Today I will value my time and guard it. I need peace of mind in order to take in the subtle beauty and pleasure of the world.