Lately, I’ve squeezed my 1,440 minutes a day to the eXtreme. As much as I wish for it, time won’t pause nor stretch or offer surplus. It’s here, it passes, and the next moment comes. It can be traded or borrowed from one activity to another, but in the end, it’s all consumed.

My time consumption needs to go on a diet, or least a reallocation. The routine I’d hoped to establish in 2012 has routinely gotten sidelined. I’m evaluating my discretionary time and parceling out blocks of time for the ebb and flow of my creative projects, fitness goals, and social pursuits. To get more done, I’ll spend time on the things that matter most and fill in the rest. But first, I’m giving back to sleeping hours. It’s about time.