In times like these, I wish for a replica of me.
To type my assignments and still watch my niece twirl with ease.
Stand smiling with friends at church while dancing with my parents at theirs.
Most days drum to the mundane, but the busy ones demand a decision. And every second, time slips by, paid to our priority of choice.
It’s on these days this thought arrests my mind: am I rightly directing my time?