Money used to buy me stuff. Now it buys me time.
We’ve all heard the phrase before. “Time is money.” When I was much younger — single and without children, of course, money was tight, but time was plentiful. And life was good.
These days, the tables have turned. I have all the money I need to live the life I want to live, but there are never enough hours to do all the things I’d like to do. I don’t know exactly when we crossed over, but I now fully appreciate the fact that time is money, and money can buy time. Life is still good, but life is passing us by too fast.